The day was warm, the sun hung low in the sky, it's warm golden rays stretching out and stroking everyone's faces with a gentle warmth as the sweetly scented summer breeze ran its fingers through their hair. The sky was mostly clear and a vibrant cerulean blue, while only a few fluffy candy floss clouds drifted by lazily. The birds were singing, the bee's buzzing, the people laughing. Everyone had smiles in their faces, grateful to be blessed with such a fine day.
A small park, practically vacant and located in a random area in the middle of nowhere held seven teenagers. Six of them were in a small field, either spread in a picnic blanket surrounded by alcohol cigarettes and food while the others half heartedly kicked a ball about in the sweltering heat. They were blissed out relaxed and happy as music thumped a slow rhythm from the speakers for the swaying trees in the background.
The seventh child, a girl, was sat a small while away with a longing look in her lovely face. She clutched an art pad and pencil in her clammy hands. Despite the hot weather, she was tucked away and drowning in a long sleeved black turtleneck. Her greasy hair hung limp around her skeletal face, lifting gently with the way of the breeze. She was sat in he cool darkness of an old oak tree as she bit her lip, fighting back petty tears.
She wished she could have someone to dance with, kick a ball with someone to talk laugh to, drink with. She wished for a friend. But it was too risky.
So she sat alone on this warm summers day, hidden in the dark, about a hundred drawings of friendships she'd never have in her hands as tears fell and she wished she had never felt more alone.
"Hey."
