Silent Swinger

The tired swing set creaked, as a small girl swung back and forth. Her pale hair and ivory skin made her almost transparent in the pouring rain. And although she had only a light jumper over her dark green pinafore, the water hardly touched her.

"Such a fine day, isn't it?" She exclaimed, staring fondly out at the lush green school yard. But no-one responded; they never did.

Avery was the 11 year olds name. But she was often referred to as ribbons, because of the bright red bow at the back of her head; that would elegantly hold the fronts of her shoulder length hair, away from her melting chocolate eyes.

However one would wonder what is the point, for no one ever looked her in the eyes. Infact no one looked at her at all. They would all run around her and ignore any word she tried to say. So she abandoned any hope of new friends, and resorted back to her swing, in the corner of the yard. Where she stayed forgotten, left out and alone. Like an old doll, long outgrown, and left on a high shelf, for the moths to eat whatever's left.

However one day this all changed in a split second. When suddenly there was someone to swing back and forth with. Someone who would always listen, always answer, and always be there.

Her name was Grace.

Grace, however, unlike her name, never had a moment's peace. Despite being a sweet natured Indian girl, with long brown braids. She was an outcast, a loner and a silent sufferer of Jampein's school for girls, biggest bully; flaming Violet.

Who got her name due to the age old stereotype of orange hair/hot temper. Violet liked nothing more than making people scream out in pain, or squirm from embarrassment. And I guess she found a victim in Grace. However one day, Violet lost her favourite victim.

It started as an exquisite sunny afternoon. Everyone had just been let out of class. Avery as always, stood at the gate and watched everyone walk out, wishing them all a safe weekend.

Slowly the crowd lessoned. But as Avery turned to go back to her swing, something caught her eye, and she noticed Grace for the first time.

Grace, like her name, was dancing gracefully among the colourful waving flowers. Turning, spinning and soaking up the sun like a dry sponge. Her face was alight with mesmerising contentment, that her countenance rarely let show. Her eyes were shinning with happiness. But what she failed to notice was Violet and her gang, noisily coming out of the school building.

Avery sprung forward to try and warn Grace, but tripped over her dusty black school shoes. And by then, it was too late. They had seen her.

"Oii!" They screamed. The look on Graces face as she stopped mid dance was as Avery called, priceless.

Violet; letting her predatory senses come out, started to run for Grace but Grace had already grabbed her things and bolted.

Avery cheered from her swing set as they ran around the playground. But it wasn't until Avery saw Grace head towards the road, did she then realise something terribly wrong was about to happen. As it has happened before. As Grace stepped out onto the road, Avery held her breath.

A bone chilling screech of tyres, connected with a high pitched, petrifying scream. Violet stopped, then the car stopped, but it was too late.

'The sound was worse than the image' describe one of Violets gang members later. But nothing a no-one were prepared for the sight of kind little Grace, sprawled out in the middle of the road, with blood pouring out like a water fountain.

Avery flew over to Violet screaming as many insults as she could. But she didn't respond.

She wasn't even classified as a witness, when the police arrived.

The funeral was three days later. Everyone from school attended, even Violet; But not Avery. She sat on her swing and waited.

Finally a little girl, with long brown braids appeared in front of the memorial made for her.

Avery smiled and was suddenly beside her. She nudged Grace a little, as her pale face contained the tiniest piece of excitement.

"Don't worry," She said, "it's not that bad." And she looked over to the memorial beside Graces.

'In loving memory of Avery Winter, a tragic victim of the road, taken from us to soon'

And one single tear slid down her face as she smiled.

She wasn't alone.

The End

Hope you all liked it!

It was for my english essay thing!!