December Rain
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Butterflies flutter around me as I fall gently onto the soft vibrant green grass. A light blue butterfly lands beside me, resting on the light pink petal of a flower. I look up at the beautiful clear spring sky. White puffy marshmallow like clouds, scattered sporadically among the sky above, dance ever so slowly across the blue horizon. Sighing contently I close my eyes. I breathe in the fresh smell of the wild flowers, that are sprinkled over the field. Pinks,reds,blues,and purples sprayed over the meadow like a rainbow blanketing the hills. The light breeze kisses my skin. The warm air caresses my bod-
"Rain!"
A voice snaps me out of my day dream and I look to meet the eyes of a quite annoyed looking Mr.Jones.
Rain is a girl who day dreams to much, and a hopless romantic who doesn't believe in love anymore.
This story will not be cliche!(I will make it original!)
I am dedicating all of my writing to this story,(for now).
But my summary sucks sorry :(
Please Read <3
But its reallly corny!
So I'm going to fix it!
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