October 17, 2012
By Miranda Mason BRONZE, Thornton, Colorado
Miranda Mason BRONZE, Thornton, Colorado
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Listening to the soft rustling of the leaves in the Autumn breeze; I can hear every small sound as I sit in the darkness. Eyes closed tight, letting my senses take control as I sit in the cold moist grass. Taking in the smells of the cool, brisk air, reminding me that Autumn is here. I hear some soft footsteps in the distance and some whispers. Bowing my head, hoping that the strange people don't see me as I hear their voices getting closer and closer. Hearing them talking about family and work makes me think about what I want in the future. I slowly start to smile when the thought have having the perfect guy, a beautiful house with a medium sized yard, and kids running around playing. As I open my eyes; I look over the horizon and sees the golden streams of light peeking over the hills ahead of me. As the sun continues to rise, I feel the rays hit my skin making me close my eyes again and soak in the feel of the new day.

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