Post by Gifted on Feb 23, 2016 3:18:01 GMT -5
"Mmm, Sounds delicious! I'll be there!" Stephanie agreed. She skipped down the steps and rushed off to the park to find her friend.
In a tall tree in the backyard of a large house a nine year old girl sat on a branch. She had scarlet hair, vivid and dark, and bright blue eyes. She called down to a man at the bottom of the tree that looked nothing like her with a huge grin. "Hey Dad look at me! Look how high I can go!" It was of little surprise that Anya looked nothing like Fredrick, for he was not her biological father. Had one seen her with her biological father next to her, one would have seen him in the shape of her face and the exact shade of blue found in her eyes. In he rest of her features she was the spitting image of her mother, and most of the time, when her luck was good, her eyes twinkled with so much kindness and adventurousness that it was impossible to look into them and think of her father.
Her luck had been good for a week now, and Anya de Vymont was enjoying every minute of it. She clambered higher and higher into the big tree.
In a tall tree in the backyard of a large house a nine year old girl sat on a branch. She had scarlet hair, vivid and dark, and bright blue eyes. She called down to a man at the bottom of the tree that looked nothing like her with a huge grin. "Hey Dad look at me! Look how high I can go!" It was of little surprise that Anya looked nothing like Fredrick, for he was not her biological father. Had one seen her with her biological father next to her, one would have seen him in the shape of her face and the exact shade of blue found in her eyes. In he rest of her features she was the spitting image of her mother, and most of the time, when her luck was good, her eyes twinkled with so much kindness and adventurousness that it was impossible to look into them and think of her father.
Her luck had been good for a week now, and Anya de Vymont was enjoying every minute of it. She clambered higher and higher into the big tree.
