Post by Ella Heasley on Aug 18, 2008 12:25:18 GMT -5
Ella slowly walked down to wards the lake the damp air blew against her face. It was late, well after midnight and the sky had taken on a knew colour, from it's usually bright blue to coal black. However you could vividly make out hundreds of glitter like stars each looking down like eyes admiring the effect nightfall had on the world. The moon hid shyly behind a thick black cloud revealing only a quarter of its eye catching aura. The grounds looked so different at night, some parts couldn't even be seen under the darkness while others shone brightly under the moons glow. A gust of a light breeze blew through Ella's hair, which was curled tonight, her side fringe however stayed put on her forehead refusing to move. Ella pulled her coat, which the wind had blew off, back up onto her shoulder and looked from side to side on where to sit while continuing to walk. She was not focused on where she was walking and to no surprise she tripped over a small stone. Loosing her balance Ella landed on the ground next to a tree which was next to the shore of the lake. She smiled at her clumsiness then sat herself up with her legs out in front of her.
Looking into the lake her eyes glistened while the rest of her seemed to be hidden with darkness, her mind began to wonder and her mother came into her thoughts. Her face showed no emotion, no tears filled her eyes nor did her heart beat that bit faster. Nothing had made Ella cry since that night, her birthday, when she was emitted into the orphanage and it wasn't because she felt no remorse or that she didn't miss her because she did, more than anything. The amount of crying she done that night only made her realize that tears wouldn't bring her back or change anything and so since then she trusted no one. Ella quickly shook the thoughts away and took a deep breath while she lay herself out flat on her back. "ouch!" she yelped as her head rested on pointed objects. Looking behind her as she sat up she realized the contents of her bag had fallen out, most likely when she tripped. Picking up all her pencils, erasers,water colours and other art utensils and placing them in her bag, she then lifted her sketchbook. She loved drawing, it had always been a passion of hers and also a talent she received from her mother.
Smiling as she turned the pages of all the drawings she has done, it seemed never ending as each page revealed a new picture each holding a special memory to Ella. Half way into her sketchbook Ella stopped turning pages and looked blankly at a drawing of her mother and father. She moved her hand over her mothers face and sighed then she tore the drawing out. She held it up and tore it down the middle leaving a tattered line in between her parents. Holding the open sketchbook and torn picture on her lap she leaned her head back against the tree.
Looking into the lake her eyes glistened while the rest of her seemed to be hidden with darkness, her mind began to wonder and her mother came into her thoughts. Her face showed no emotion, no tears filled her eyes nor did her heart beat that bit faster. Nothing had made Ella cry since that night, her birthday, when she was emitted into the orphanage and it wasn't because she felt no remorse or that she didn't miss her because she did, more than anything. The amount of crying she done that night only made her realize that tears wouldn't bring her back or change anything and so since then she trusted no one. Ella quickly shook the thoughts away and took a deep breath while she lay herself out flat on her back. "ouch!" she yelped as her head rested on pointed objects. Looking behind her as she sat up she realized the contents of her bag had fallen out, most likely when she tripped. Picking up all her pencils, erasers,water colours and other art utensils and placing them in her bag, she then lifted her sketchbook. She loved drawing, it had always been a passion of hers and also a talent she received from her mother.
Smiling as she turned the pages of all the drawings she has done, it seemed never ending as each page revealed a new picture each holding a special memory to Ella. Half way into her sketchbook Ella stopped turning pages and looked blankly at a drawing of her mother and father. She moved her hand over her mothers face and sighed then she tore the drawing out. She held it up and tore it down the middle leaving a tattered line in between her parents. Holding the open sketchbook and torn picture on her lap she leaned her head back against the tree.
