A warm spring breeze ruffled the leaves of a tree, sending a few of the leaves to drift along in the air, till they slowly descended to the ground.
One drifted into a small stream, slowly flouting along the current, softly knocking into small rocks that poked out of the waters surface.
A small butterfly drifted down and landed on the leave, taking a free ride.
The leave slowly spun as the water picked up a bit, and headed for a small edge that cause the stream to leak into a large pond.
A hand came down and scooped up the leave, saving the butterfly from near death.
It flew up from the head, and spun in some circles, before disappeared into the sky.


That hand belonged to me.
My name is Ember.
This is my story.



The warm spring breeze felt good against my bare skin, my body stretched out on a grassy hill. My feet were bare, free to be tickled by blades of grass.
My eyes were focused on the sky, watching the clouds roll by. They were so beautiful…and free. How I wish to be one of them. My eyes drifted down to the clothes that covered my body. I looked at eh cloth, amusement filled my eyes.
My shirt was once a long sleeve baggy shirt, but after years of wear, it had changed. No it was a stomach shirt with one of the sleeves ripped off. The said clothing as a brightish purple, with bright pink spirals lining the ends of it.
The pants weren’t any better.
They were dark purple capris, with rips at the knees. They were so loose, I had to use an old worn brown belt to keep them from falling off.
I titled my head to the side, and saw a pair of black sandels, and light purple socks that went just below your knee. I could help give a small smile. My fashion sense often amused others.
I sighed and sat up, cold metal hit my chest.
My gaze fell down ward, resting on the source of the sudden coldness. A neckless. It was a gold chain, with a ruby heart. All real too. The only expensive thing I wore.
After gazing at it for a moment, I stood, and grabbed my black bag , throwing the sling over my shoulder.
I gently blew some black bangs out of my face.
Ugh, im not use to short hair yet.
My hair, now that I had cut it, barely touched my shoulder, except the front, were long bangs framed my pale face. I smiled at the site of my bangs. I got my jet black hair from my mother, along with my emerald eyes.
Ahh…mother….
Just the sound of that word brought so many memories back…but now wasn’t the time to dwell on the past.
It was starting to get late, and I didn’t want to be stuck in the city at night. It was easy to get lost around here, seeing as all the damn building look the same!
I quickly pulle don my socks, and sandles, before running down the hill, heading to the shelter I called home.
No I only neeed one more thing.
My hand reached into my bag, and pulled out a pair of headphones. They were a camo blue. I set them on my head, and flipped the CD player , that was still hidden in my bag, to ON.
Son music filled my ears as I walked into the city, not caring about anyone, or anything around me.
Why should i?
They didn’t know me, or what my past was, so why bother caring what a stranger, that you will never see again, thinks?
That’s MY way of life at least.

After about two hours of walking aong the streets of the city, I came to an old building. I walked up the door and slowly pushed it open, it creaked with much needed oil.
I never ceased to amaze me how the back of this building was so old, while the front looked brand new.
Sighing, I walked over to a staircase that led to the next floor.
As I reached the next landing, I engulfed in darkness. Rolling my eyes, my hand hit the hall, the skin gently touching a cold button, that when pushed, make light flood the tiny room.
It looked like a storage room, crates were piled up against the walls.
I walked over to a small cot that layed between two piles, and fell onto it backwords, my bag slipping from my grasp and to the ground.
I gave a small winch when my headphones were ripped of my ears, and clattered to the ground. Oh well.
I quickly kicked off my sandel and socks, before curling up on the mattress, grabbing a blanket at the end of the bed to warm me during the cold night.
Not exactly a ‘home’ but it’s the only shelter I had.
I didn’t have a mother and father like most kids….in fact I was an orphan.
A bad chain of events, and I was left to fend for myself. Not that I really cared…its just there was small things that ate away at me, but I never let them consume me.
A low groan escaped me as I closed my eyes.
I had school tomorrow.
Fucking great!
I let sleep take over, and shut down my mind, letting my mind fill with dreams.