100 Words on Freedom

April 8, 2011
A patch of warm sun beat down on Peter's back in between the trees as he lay in the grass, his book propped open in front of him. Nothing but the sounds of small creatures moving about between the birches and a creek bubbling in the distance reached his ears and he felt at peace, free of all his troubles. There was no one issuing a schedule in the morning, no one to yell at him or beat him here. He could do whatever he wanted all day and all of a sudden he felt a rush of absolute freedom.

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SmellsLikeTeenWriter said...
Apr. 28, 2011 at 6:43 pm
Nice! Makes me wish school would hurry up and end :P
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