Happy New All! (So what, I'm a day late)

School starts tomorrow and I am looking forward to that as much as I look forward to...say...eating five million brussel sprouts at once. So that would be...not at all.

So far, I'm enjoying my last day of freedom before school swallows up my life. you can tell I'm thrilled.

Anyway. I've started writing just a story. I know for english this year we have to write a story of our creating, sometime this year. I've always enjoyed writing, so while my class instantly started the whining and complaining the accompanies daily life with my class, I started planning.

This is just a little something I've started for it. I won't tell you where its going, because even though I have a basic plan for it, it will undoubtedly change.

Kathy supposed that if she was bothered to remember how it happened, she'd start with the twirling. The twirling and whirling, smiling and laughing. It would have been the colors she first mentioned, her own pink laughter tinted rosy red blending near perfectly with the greens, yellows and blues of spring. Colors were very important to five year old Kathy, they told stories and whispered all around. And if someone bothered enough to look close, they would have felt the emotions on breezy sleeves of color. A summer day in a bucket of blue, or a windy storm in violent violet. Perhaps they would have felt the confusion of yesterday's yellow yells. Or even noticed the genius of the growing green trees. Unfortunately it seemed no one had the time for the colors that made up the world, grown ups only really care about the bigger picture.

O but Kathy had the time to play and frolic with the colors of the world. All children did, even if it seemed Kathy spent more time with them. Grown ups never understand why the finding of new color, mixing the paints together, or dancing in the mud are the most pleasant experiences in the world to a child. Kathy could remember feeling sad when her mother and father never quite seemed to enjoy the unique pink flower she found, or the speckle of a strange blue dirt in the ground. She felt sad for them, until it changed for her.

And again she can blame the twirling. And the whirling. The greens changed first, becoming jealous and greedy. And then the pinks seemed so delicate and frail, until they broke. The blues saddened by the second, falling into tears. The reds were next, getting angrier and angrier; fiercely fighting everywhere. The yellows shrank back, scared and frightened. She wanted to reach out and take the trembling yellow in hands and rock it to sleep. And how she wanted to fight off whatever it was that was changing her friends, her colors. That is, she wanted to, until she saw what 'it' was. The darkness that seemed darker; hateful even. It was getting closer too, seeming to take up everything around her. The greens were swallowed up; the pinks destroyed; the blues disappeared; the reds crushed. And the yellows broken. Then, the twirling and the whirling stopped, the colors gone, and darkness was all Kathy knew.

I did proof read, but if you notice any spelling mistakes, please tell me.

Anyway, for anyone else going to school tomorrow, you have my sincerest pity and understanding.

Have a great day everyone!

Gabby