1 - A Passerby

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The sun is soft and inviting like the flames of a fire, tipping the tail-end of a hot season. Leaves are beginning to dry to a crisp, turning vibrant shades of green to warm reds, yellows, and oranges. Kids once joyfully running around friends' lawns are now playing soccer in schoolyards, carrying bags billowing with books, and gossiping about their family vacations. The smell of fresh-cut grass and newly lay dirt is soon to be a thing of the past.

Just off of Jefferson, there is a red brick building where kids of all ages make their stay. They all contently eat, sleep, and live together. Around sunset, if you look up to the second floor, you'll often find an open window. Inside, a girl with round eyes will be staring right back at you. Her brown hair is sometimes braided, sometimes in a bun, but most often allowed to fall to just past her shoulders. Her eyes are a beautiful mix of brown and green, desirable to anyone who can get their hands on them. Her skin has a light tan layer by the hot sun of the summer, worth a considerable amount to any unhappy princess. She always appears to be relatively fit, and you often wonder if she plays soccer or tennis. A perfect fit for victims around the world losing their limbs to car accidents and strong machinery.

A soft breeze flows in the bay upon which the girl rests.

"Nadia soulfully gazes out the window, wondering if she'll ever find another crack in the pavement." A girl next to her jokes.

"I saw someone odd outside, and besides; it's better than stalking my crush," Nadia replied with a grin.

May was quick to respond with a blush, "It's not stalking! Just..." she paused for a moment and closed her book, "Okay, maybe it is stalking, and you shut the window before the bugs come out."

"Fat chance," Nadia said. May opened her book again, but quickly lost interest and closed it on a bookmark.

"Hungry?" May asked.

"Ha! Why even ask nowadays." She said. Nadia closed the window and May hopped off her bed. After exchanging smiles, they raced each other to the door.

Noticing the sky turn darker, you decide it's time to head home. You pass by the emptying roads and watch tornadoes of leaves stir alongside your feet. You can't help but wonder what it would be like if you were one of those kids, growing up in such a diseased world. 

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