The sun was setting into a fire red color and the tree leaves danced as the wind slid past them, the birds chirpped their final song until the morning. As the water flowed down the river fish jumping in and out of the water ,and the crickets started chirpping away replacing the sound of the birds as the sun went down the moon stood in its place lighting up the dark night sky.
The place could only be found by a girl named Leene Johns. She ooften came here to run away from her life and let off steam. She had a hard life, her mom was a stripper that smoked all kinds of drugs and her father drank alcohol and avused her. She often wondered if there was a place out there in the world that she could be free of every trouble known to man kind.
Though as she got older that dream slowly began to drift from her mind cause she thought 'what's the point of finding it if your life is going to be the same?' but after a few more years after being bullied and abused her mother died from lung cancer, and soon after, the beating got worse from her father. But one day he told her they were moving because he couldn't bear to be in the same house his wife had been in.
They packed up and left their house and moved to Fort Smith, Arkansas. Into a dirty, rusty and smelly traler that was slowly falling apart. The wind was blowing hard, making a whistleing sound and the nasty crows were cawing away at the sight of them. People around them started to whisper about them, and she felt as they watched every move she made, making her quickly go inside the trailer, happy to be out of their watchful eyes.
