Ok guys i need your opion should i make this a story...
The girl with no name and no voice had found the pathway. She knew here in her specail space noone would be able to find her. She slowly walked down the dirt path. Stoping to smell the beautiful flowers. " The flowers smell like a bees thought full honey" she had thought in her head. Her place was beautiful, the sun peaked through the trees and on to the green grass and the lively bushes. The trees were her favorite part about the path she declared to her self. The tress were not the same as the other like she was at school were she was alone. Here in her place the unearthly trees, the beautiful, selfless flowers that smelled like honey. She never wanted to leave, the joy and brightness in her path brought her the llivlness that she needed. To continue. Yet she had no name. And also no voice but that day she could talk, she could be free from her haters. Her path the path of beauty and sinless love. This path was her freedom, her name. And her voice. Until one day she could not take it anymore the names and the hate. she went to path and let the rope take her beauty, name, and her voice away from her.
