Post by Amiel Phelps on Aug 31, 2007 21:03:04 GMT -5
Amiel Phelps walked down to the lake. It was before sunrise and the grounds were dark with a slight golden tinge that seemed to signal that the sun was ready to rise again. The golden light flowed over the grounds engulfing everything in its path and bathing it in warm summer light. Amy stood by a large tree, her tree as she liked to think of it.
She had sat here one cold winter when one of her friends threw her into the lake, breaking the ice and leaving her frozen, she had sat here when she argued with her best friends, she had been standing in this very spot when her owl brought her a letter saying that she had gotten top marks on one of her assignments. There were many memories around this tree and now, as she stood there, watching the light bathe the grounds, everything flew back into her mind like an old record that was repeating the same, tired, old song.
The flutter of small wings and the sensation of claws on her shoulder let Amy know that her small owl, Olly, had followed her into the grounds, fluttering out of the owlery tower to join his mistress. He was a loyal bird and often liked this spot by the lake for the bugs and insects that scurried around here. Amy slid her hands into the pockets of her fake fur-lined jacket, her usual attire of a tank top, jeans and ugh boots adorned her slender frame. Her hair was, as usual, pulled back tightly into a ponytail, something that her sisters could never achieve, even if they had wanted to, their hair simply wouldn't allow it. Amy sighed feeling Olly nip her earlobe affectionately and she gave a heartless chuckled, it tickled her but she was not feeling cheerful at all.
Amy stood by the tree in silence for a while longer feeling that the day was going to be cheerful even if she wasnt. The sun had just began to wrap its golden fingers around the castle walls when Olly started, flying onto the tree above her. Amy's body stiffened as she listened closely, thinking she had heard something. She listened harder, hearing the crunching of the leaves that littered the ground and then had the feeling of being watched.
She had sat here one cold winter when one of her friends threw her into the lake, breaking the ice and leaving her frozen, she had sat here when she argued with her best friends, she had been standing in this very spot when her owl brought her a letter saying that she had gotten top marks on one of her assignments. There were many memories around this tree and now, as she stood there, watching the light bathe the grounds, everything flew back into her mind like an old record that was repeating the same, tired, old song.
The flutter of small wings and the sensation of claws on her shoulder let Amy know that her small owl, Olly, had followed her into the grounds, fluttering out of the owlery tower to join his mistress. He was a loyal bird and often liked this spot by the lake for the bugs and insects that scurried around here. Amy slid her hands into the pockets of her fake fur-lined jacket, her usual attire of a tank top, jeans and ugh boots adorned her slender frame. Her hair was, as usual, pulled back tightly into a ponytail, something that her sisters could never achieve, even if they had wanted to, their hair simply wouldn't allow it. Amy sighed feeling Olly nip her earlobe affectionately and she gave a heartless chuckled, it tickled her but she was not feeling cheerful at all.
Amy stood by the tree in silence for a while longer feeling that the day was going to be cheerful even if she wasnt. The sun had just began to wrap its golden fingers around the castle walls when Olly started, flying onto the tree above her. Amy's body stiffened as she listened closely, thinking she had heard something. She listened harder, hearing the crunching of the leaves that littered the ground and then had the feeling of being watched.
