There is a new girl at my school with golden hair and deep brown, wide eyes. Her name is Autumn. She's a perfectly normal height, and a body that isn't skinny or fat in any way. She moved here over the summer from down South. She sounds average, but she really isn't in any way.
She wears sweaters that compliment her boots and converse, and her hair is often topped with a beanie. You always know she is coming because you can hear the pitter patter of her steps bouncing off the halls. She has red lips that smile brightly at everyone that passes. She waves to me as I pass after third period each day. She gets good grades and has the same enthusiasm the whole way through.
But she didn't eat today, or the day before. The cozy colored sweaters she wears never have the sleeves rolled up and I rarely see oranges, or reds and never and greens. Instead, she wears a scarf and the occasional mittens. I still think she is beautiful. She hasn't waved to me for weeks, only msmiles that don't reach the eyes. And it is then, I realize, that Autumn has begun to fall.
This is for a contest entry or Hannahsue's!
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Reading the Music
Short StoryA collection of short stories and contest entries as well as poetry. Music without notes; reading deeper; reading unexpected and interesting things; you know, all that jazz.
