Charity watched the ground outside her window. She wondered if there would ever be anything interesting that would draw her away from it.
Ann: Charity!
Oh the dreaded voice. Charity longed for a time when she never knew it. She got up and walked down the hall. She loved the presence of pictures that lined the long halls of Ann’s house. Then, she reached the end. Ann motioned Charity to come to her. Standing next to Ann was like standing next to a toddler. She was very plum with white hair, green eyes and too many wrinkles. Charity looked at herself in the mirror. She had her curly brown hair pulled back in a bun and her blue eyes looked distant.
Ann: Never mind.
Charity ran out into that long wooded hall she loved. As she walked, she thought that she was better. She knew that her life was supposed to be better. She quickly debated in her head, then tip-toed down to her room. She thought that this was it. She opened her window, jumped down on the ground that she stared and turned to fly away.