the girl at the park

Chapter 1

She was there, like she was waiting for me. This time on the roundabout. It's like shes there just for me. But why? No one knows: Why she's there? Who she's there for? And why is she there, all alone, as pale as a ghost?

Freya was an only child who lived with her dad, just across from the regularly used park. Their house was a three story house even though it was just the two of them. They owned a pet dog called Rex and a cat called Zoe who were much adored by their owners.

Every day Freya would go to her bedroom window, which was the window to the right on the top floor, and stare at her friends who would play at the park for hours on end but little Freya would place herself at her desk and write books, poems and story's to satisfy her imagination. Sometimes, she would look out her window for ideas on what she should write about. One day it was about a bus, the next she had written a poem about the sun and each day she would do something different.

Unlike other days there was this one piece of equipment that the girl at the park would never be seen on, The Roundabout. Today Freya stared out her window in disbelief as she saw the girl sitting on the spinning circle. Freya had given the girl a name: Stella. Freya's father would tell her there was No One there but Freya could see Stella on the roundabout. She saw the roundabout slowly spinning in a clockwise direction and Stella would be sitting right in the edge, staying in that one position, and every time it slowed down she would kick her leg in the ground to make it speed up again.