1. Saturday Night
Past the garden my grandmother planted when I was young, I ran out of our yard as the roses waved goodbye to me in the wind. I was running to see him, I couldn't wait. My legs carried me as fast as they could; my lungs keeping pace until I reached the forest. My breathing started to get harder the farther I went into the forest. As I looked around, the moonlight made everything look even more beautiful than the sunlight did. Fire flies danced on both sides of me. My satin hair blowing in the breeze as I run toward the river, my raven eyes focused on my destination. The moonlight made my skin look so pale, but I didn't