put my hand on the cold door knob which shows an abstract image of me. I open the door and a breeze of mildly cold air drifts inside, making me get goose bumps. My feet feel the cold side walk as I step outside. I walk into the sun as it casts a bronze light on the day and I feel the warmth settle on my skin. My half wet half dry hair stirs with the wind. I look up to the sky and see blue, just blue no clouds of white or gray just blue. It was the clearest most beautiful blue in the world. And I feel a smile sweep across my face and my shoulders loosen from their stiff position as I enjoy this state of happiness.

The End

Story by: Loren, age 13, USA

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