From the shadows (OPEN)

Violet Ferrantire

Violet stepped over branches and greenery. She knew her parents were probably worried about her now. It was pretty late and school had ended. But they needed to let go a bit. Violet was 17 now, not 5. In Violet's right hand, she held a pencil, in the other, she held a small blue notebook. She kept walking through the miniature woods. Soon, she was near the edge, and she sat down, her back against a tree. She took a deep breath and leaned her head back. She opened the notebook, wondering what to write about. She loved to write, it was so magistic, so free. Soon, Violet was aware of a girl coming to sit down on the park bench only a bit away from the woods. The girl looked around and quickly, Violet hid behind the tree she was leaning against. Then, she quietly sat back down. She wondered what that girl's life was like. She decided to write about it. It was her new inspiration. Words flew across the page, as Violet tried to be as silent with her scribbles as possible. The sky started to darken, and Violet decided it was time to get home, even if her parents were going to kill her for staying out so late. She stood up and started tip-toeing in the opposite direction of the park ench. Suddenly, her foot stepped on a branch, and it cracked. The girl turned, looking startled, and spotted Violet. Violet was unsure of what to do, so she just stood in the midst of everything, silent.