12They have a history and have been pushed together to study. He is rude and sullen and doesn't want her help. She just wants to get the service requirement for her school diploma. Is there more to him than just teenage hormones? Can she get past the hurt?
She stood in the glistening meadow in the cool air of the early morning. Beads of water dotted the grasses and wildflowers like gems, sparkling as they caught the low rays. As the sun rose, vivid hues were painted upon the dark canvas. Red blobs became Poppies, orange danced over the marigolds, buttercups sang of yellow. Delicate brushstrokes blended the many greens of the grass. Lupins were blotted blue and violas purple.
She warmed her face in the rising sun, taking a moment to soak up her surroundings and reminisce. It was here besides the tall pine trees where as a child she learned about life and heartache, where she made wonderful friendships and lost them, where she had so much fun she thought she could just burst but where she also learned about immense sadness. It was also here with the soft trickling of the stream in the background where she learned that you liked butter if your chin glowed yellow when a buttercup was held under it.