Elana Wentwarth sat on her old wooden swing set letting the cool August breeze settle over her. It was a rather hot and humid as it had been for the last few months. School would start in less than a week and she was clinging on to summer. Her too big tee-shirt waved in the wind and her shorts stuck to the swing. Her boring brown hair was pulled tightly into a bun. She closed her eyes as she soared higher. She could hear the workers on her neighbors roof as she swung. Elana wore no shoes only socks that were covered in dirt. She had on ten dollar ear rings that were supposed to look like diamonds. Her shirt started to stick to her sweaty back as she started to stop the swing. She breathed in deeply and wondered back to her house. Unaware of the children watching her with their blank, white eyes.
