What Robin saw outside filled him with wonder. The world was tinged with blue-gray light, like the inside of the kitchen. He gazed out the window and into the world he and many other humans shared. Grass, a plant he had only heard of in books, was abundant everywhere, sprouting in a wildly beautiful fashion, giving the untouchable earth a natural feel.
And the trees! O, the trees! He thought, looking with wonder at the trees in the front of his house and the others that stood in various places from his window. How he would love to climb one! But, Robin would never be able to go outside without losing his life to the poisonous atmosphere.
He was able to see a house directly across from him, floating in the sea of green grass like a boat with nowhere to go. It was a brick red color, lined with white borders and one large window, aligned perfectly with his. A curtain was drawn across the window, as if to shun any who dared to look.
Suddenly, the curtain moved. Robin watched with attentiveness as it slowly drew back. What waited behind, he didn't know. A little lump bobbed up and down at the bottom of the window. Robin looked on with curiosity as the little lump moved about. It finally sprang up, revealing a full head of long black hair, turquoise eyes, and a pale but beautiful and young face. The girl looked to be his age. She looked back at him, deep into his eyes with the utmost surprise. Apparently she had never expected to see another person through her window. For a while they stared at each other, looking at each others facial features, and engraving them into their memories.
Robin decided to make the first move, and smiled and waved at her. After some time, she waved back at him with the same enthusiasm. A smile cracked her serious face, carving emotion that had rarely been felt into her features.
"What's your name?" he mouthed to her, apparently too far to speak.
"I'm Abigail, what's yours?" she replied, making gestures with her hands to assist her mouthing.
"My name is Robin."
"Hello Robin."
"Hello, Abigail."
This was the beginning of a new friendship.
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Seasons of the Mist
RomanceI wrote this story in 2007, when I was in the 11th grade. Here it is, in its unedited, amateur glory.
