A gentle breeze rushes through the long grass. It sounds like a rattle snake. A lock of my hair flies up into the air like a bird, hovers for a moment and falls back on my face. My hair is jet black. It's tangled because I never brush it. I'm growing it so that it reaches my hips. My mum has black hair too, but hers is always tied up in a neat, shiny bun. Another gust of wind whips up my dress and I push it down giggling. I love my dress. It's covered in rows of tiny boats. Sometimes when I'm wearing it I pretend I'm the huge ocean spreading out for miles. It makes me feel very important. Mum complains I look scruffy when I wear it because it's too small and has a jam stain on the front, but it's my favorite because my Nan made it for me before she died. It starts to rain and I squeal because I forgot my umbrella. Quickly I get up from the grass patch I am lying on and start running as fast as I can, all the way home.
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One Summer
Short Story10 year old Jackie expects to spend her long summer days alone, until she meets a mysterious boy with no voice in the woods one day. The two of them strike up an unusual friendship and Jackie experiences her best summer yet. But will it last...?
