Eyes Filled With Life Part 1

                        Her eyes gazed into mine, with undying feelings abundantly being shown in her now matured pupils. I looked back, attempting to search for words that could come out of my lips within the next few moments. Both of us stood silent, not uttering anyting. Finally, after a period of tense, awkward, silent time, instead of letting our words come out and say what was needed, the two of us let our tears come out and speak our numerous thoughts for us. It had been a long and winding road, one filled with different thoughts and memories, one which we traveled upon sometimes together, sometimes seperated. Though it was not said, it was obvious that we were both thinking of our past, from all of those years, so long ago.

                 All of those years ago temperatures rose and fell all of the time throughout the town that we lived in. There wasn't ever a day that was simply too cold, simply too hot or simply just right. A mixture of feelings was always within the air, showing us all how quickly things could change. This day in particular was one that started out oh so chilly and then gradually become hotter and hotter. It seemed as if the play structure was forever filled with children whom just didn't know how to act, as how it was everyday. Some chased others throughout the metal floors lifted in the air, some acted like monkeys across bars and some were simply sliding down towards their destinies. Amid this chaos, it was impossible to concentrate upon my thoughts, so instead of staying at this anarchy driven area of play, I spent my small breaks of freedome from education amid the sand, sculpting my masterpieces.

             Everyday my mind filled buckets both with sand and with thoughts. Stories would become as abundant as sand, and as annoying as well. Times came when all I could do was wonder how Tree Man and Bush Boy, the wonderful and heroic super folks that were created as my mind wandered, how the dou were going to bring a halt towards the villainious feats of Darkwater. Other days it came upon me that there were times in the Trek Wars when the enemy of the nearing episode was not only going to be victorious, but times when they had to be. If there was ever a time when the metal floor from the structure of play laid under my feet, there wouldn't have been time to think of these things. It was for this reason that I enjoyed the sand bark, becuase no one needed to speak with myself so no one would. It was perfect. 

         One day, one very special day which shall last in my memory for years to come was when a ball, accidentally thrust into the air, came hurtling towards my brain, knocking my being towards the ground, toppling a new and illustrious architectual creation of mine. Instead of immediately throwing the rounded piece of plastic back to whomever had shoved it towards myself, the eyes that laid inside of my skull staired at the fallen structure. For over six long and hard minutes of play time I had tried to build that from the ground up. Six stories, two windows, two garages and pad of landing for airplanes. All destroyed, back unto the ground as seperated pieces of soft gravel, basking in the sun.

       Realizing what had just happened within the last few moments, the body which my blood runs through finally lifted itself up and moved its head towards the direction the ball must have come from. At first thoughts of frustration, anger, loss and sorrow rush to all the nerves of my body. Finger to finger, toe to toe, only dark and shrude thoughts existed. Whomever had just thrown this was going to be forced to pay in some shape or form. He who did this needed to pay. It would be a battle of epic proportions.

      Suddenly I heard a voice, one with the most lovely tone in the world, as if all of nature had come together to play a perfect harmony. "Can we have our ball back?" My head immediately turned towards the direction from where this sound had come from. To my utter astonishment, the person asking for their ball back was not one who had purposely destroyed all of my hardwork, or one who had been an enemy of mine for quite some time. No, it was instead the newest addition to our class, Florence. A wall and a partner stood behind her, the two obviously playing the game known as wall ball. All that I could find myself being able to do in this situation was simply pass the rounded object back and then sit within my corner of the sand, thinking about what else one could do in this situation.

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I'm not actually done with this draft, and I hope to contiue adding to it. However, at the moment I have to leave and want to hear some opinions on this draft so far.