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Bright pastel colors covered the small page. The green leaves rustled in the fresh spring air. Wild flowers danced softly in the wind and the birds sang their own melody that harmonized perfectly with the breezes from the wind.
In the background was a voice singing like a free bird. The voice was in a gentle loudness and it calmed your body down. Your eyes were closed and your shoulder-long hair fluttered in the breeze from spring. These calm moments were your favorite in life.
When your body as completely relaxed and your could be in your own little wold. No one could say what you have to do and what not- Your free in these world full with flowers and the voices from the nature. Flower scent was everywhere and your free. Free from everything.
Slowly you opened your eyes and looked down at the fluttering pages from your light blue journal. The sun shined at the white rooftop from your school. Your white school bag laid next to you at the ground and individuals books looked out of your school bag.
A black pen with a thick and thin side was between your pale fingers. One white earphone was in your left ear as you watched some leaves that were dancing in the wind. It was break at your school and you always sat on the rooftop. Before your time was the rooftop a really nice place for many people but after a girl committed suicide was the place a rooftop of horror.
But It became your favoriteplace even if there was such a horrible thing.
Hunger came up in your stomach and you looked into your school bag. A sigh escaped your lips as you noticed that the small blue lunch box wasn't really full. Only some strawberries were in there. The red color shined in the warm spring sunlight.
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With your hands you put the black pen back into your pencil case back. A smile covered your lips as you grabbed after the cloud-shaped case. Many light and dark colors laid there in the case and the colors shined bright as the sunbeams fell into the pencil case.
"Why do you smile like you got a love letter?" asked a voice you. You frozen in your place and slowly looked up. The voice was really soft as the person spoke. With a shocked impression on your face. A smile covered the lips from a boy. His white school shirt hung messy out of his jeans and his coat. The blonde hair was messy from the strong wind.
