Post by Neruka on Mar 1, 2009 20:01:16 GMT -5
MiRaNdA McFaRlAnD
Miranda hated the sun, it was too bright and that only made it harder to see. She sat under a small tree, which blocked most the sun away from her eyes. It was Sunday and she had work off. She leaned back, placing her palm in the warmth of the sand, that made a smile spread upon her face. She took her notebook and held it in front of her, tapping a pen against the sand. She began to write.
In the darkest of the night
I still can see the light
Faint yet there, My sun is rising
I still can see the light
Faint yet there, My sun is rising
She stopped writing, her mind went blank, and she leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree. “It’s useless.” She mumbled to herself. She leaned forward and closed her notebook. It seemed the sun had moved, or maybe a cloud, but either way the sun was in her eyes. Which she did not like. She grabbed her belongings and went on a search to find another shady tree.
