Bedroom Window

It was a dreary day, I was at the young, lively age of 10 years. I decided to go for a walk to the local park, maybe sit on the swings and think about my life. But on my way past my huge and glorious house I saw something staring back at me from my bedroom window it was a sight like no other, a floating girl, she had the darkest of hair and the whitest of skin, a long flowing dress draped itself over her frail body, her wings were the greatest of length, but her face seemed to cry out to me, it was a face of agony, almost as though she was wanting help.

Katy Owen
12 yrs of age