The Street

..smile

She smiled, her baby teeth like dwarves against her adult ones. An innocent white, they gleamed as the sun reflected off them, a 100-watt smile.

She laughed as her brother stumbled off his nearly broken skateboard. Light and high pitched it was easy to discern from the constant low rumbling of skateboards and bikes on the black gravel road.

Clapping her hand over her mouth, she muted the happy sound, before laughing louder and longer as the same brother pulled a face at her. He smiled with her, matching sets of pure white teeth, his bigger and more mature.

With the end of her laughter she fell lightly back onto the crinkled grass. Trodden on with as much care as teenagers and children could give for the natural green under their feet.

Blonde hair was streaked with green as spiky stems found their way through her wispy, knotted hair. Her eyes closed as she found a lulling rhythm with the sound of skateboards, bikes and footfalls on the road in front of her.

Her eyelids hid her stunning eyes, light blue and green, a quiet mixture of the sky and land.

She sat up, unsettling the air with her scent. Too young to care for perfumes, she was natural, a chlorine and earthy aroma. The smell of small flowers and fresh soil mixed in with the two, reminding one of gardening in the hot summer heat.

The fragile girl watched her brothers and their friends as they skated up and down a section of the road, which fell somewhere between all of their houses.

Her eyes in desperate admiration as they landed kickflips, verials, lasers, all of which she had been educated on by the older boys.

This admiration continued for anyone older than herself. Be it by one year or ten, boy or girl, she always found something admirable in everyone.

She studied her surroundings; her observational skills were much more developed than any other child, her imagination more active as well.

She illustrated herself as a princess, the boys in front of her jesters and entertainers.

Her hair reached her waist, and a thin gold crown encircled her head. Her usual attire of knee-length shorts and a colourful top transformed into a classic pink ball gown, with gold floral decoration.

The boys' jeans and baggy t-shirts became jester-like outfits, colourful and bright.

"Car!"

The shout brought her out of her daydream, she was back in her shorts and the boys in their jeans.

She huffed and then inhaled the sweet smell of her neighbour's garden of roses and other flower types she couldn't pronounce.

Her tiny tummy rumbled, signalling the time for dinner.

"Dinnertime!" she called out to the boys, her voice high-pitched and still developing, much like her laughter. The boys stopped and all called out their short goodbye's to one another and each headed into their own houses.

She watched as Tom and Leroy wrestled each other up their never-ending driveway, their closeness untarnished by the four years between them.

Caimber and Noah left next, dragging their feet along the pavement, kicking at rocks as they walked, an air of maturity and superiority surrounding them.

Devon turned his back and walked the opposite way to everyone else, living the furthest away, if only by a few houses. She watched his form slump forward, as if bothered by something, his knees knocking against the other and his hand run over his recently shaven hair.

Finally came her own brothers. Mitch in the lead, with his shaggy blond hair hidden as always underneath a white trucker hat and eyes to match hers dart up and around every now and then.

Jarrod trailed behind, dragging a hand through his milk chocolate hair. He suppressed a grin as he saw his youngest sister watching him earnestly.

As he passed her he ruffled her hair, his honey gold eyes melting with her blue-green ones.

"Let's go, Sarah."

He said with a smile and continued on, dropping his board on the ground, skating down the driveway and into their garage.

She glanced back at their street. The sun was low, the light blue of the day now faint against the spill of colour on the coming night sky.

Pinks faded into purples, a thick circle of orange struggling to be seen as the moon flew higher into the sky.

Springtime leaves stayed unnaturally still as the wind slept soundly after the tiresome storm from the day before.

She knew that later, even in the dark, these same kids would be out on the street again, skating up and down the same strip of road.

The now-common hum of wheels on the cement road would disturb the calm night, but no one would complain.

Already she could hear the boys' voices, all on the brink of manhood, speaking to each other in their low, grumbling way.

There would be 2 more girls on the street, all sisters to the boys. She could already hear the higher tone of their voices as the constant chatter flowed between the sparse 3 of them.

She knew this as her routine, and she wasn't complaining. She loved knowing the kids on her street, being able to come home and have something to look forward to, to create more memories and laugh at her brother's mistakes.

She loved the way she felt so safe no matter where she walked, strangers scarce on their unknown street.

For all her travelling and moving, this was home.

a/n: Another English Creative, but I think I might continue with this one. It won't be as descriptive as this chapter, and it will be from each of the boys' point of view. So nothing more from my little Sarah! I'm pretty sure it'll mainly focus on they boys' lives and whatever. I need to plan :] And these are based on real people, a few differences here and there but they're real all the same.