My hands, clenched, open slowly, and I blew.
The stars dribbled out, and fluttered down the the ground to disappear. My eyes, shining with amazement. My lips shaped a smile of delight, as I thought up a wish. A wish to turn something ugly, into something wondrous, mysterious and magical.
The clouds were collected over the hill tops with the sunshine behind, whispering words of advice. Words, chosen wisely, for the clouds to move, so that the people could celebrate the sun's shine, as it dazed over to set.
A girl was standing in a room with other young people and one Mentor. The Mentor passed her the intrument and her throat closed up. The button was pressed, and the music started to play. Misguided Ghosts. And so, the intor was played, and the young girl had to make a step, big enough for her to appreciate these oppurtunities more. I am going away for a while. But I'll be back, don't try to follow me. 'Cos I'll return as soon as possible. And the girl began to smile, smiling at the girls standing in front of her, as the boy, previously watching, walked out. Her eyes stared after the door.
Why did he go? She thought. Slightly worried and in discomfort. But the music carried on playing, and her smile soon returned. It was a lovely calm atmosphere, as her voice echoed off the walls. The Mentor standing before her smiled, and was pleased with the progression.
The day went better than expected.
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