The girl walked towards the beach. Looking at her feet as she walked. She couldn't face the beating rain. She was drenched head to toe and the weight of water was weighing her down. She took one step at a time unlike in the summer days, in those days she would race down there.
This was a great winters day she thought, the river would be flowing greatly. She would be alone, no one she believed would be out in this weather.
She reached the flowing waters and plucked some yellow flowers and placed them in the stream.
She sat in the mud watching the water move along and a yellow flower drifted by, it had been a while since she place her flowers in the river and she knew the flowers don't go in a roundabout.
On her knees she crept towards where the flower was stuck.
She heard a chuckle and turned her head still on all fours.
She fell into the river loosing balance on the slippery mud.
She surfaced and stood shivering in the cold water.
" you have mud on your butt!" laughed the boy, his wet hair clinging to his face.
"not anymore!" she argued
The boy had no jacket, he wore a white t-shirt and jeans
He pulled her out of the river and wrapped her in his arms trying to keep her warm.
She shook and the boy held her tighter.
He starred at her, mainly her lips that had turned blue. He couldn't help it, he kissed her.
The kiss was cold and wet from the rain, but at that moment it was perfect and it seamed to warm their hearts.
She looked at his face after he backed away. He wiped the rain of his cheek.
"you know you have mud on your face" she giggled, kissed him one more time and ran off, leaving the boy with a smile on his face.
"so do you."
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Little stories of a Girl
Poetrytake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
