The Fountain
The rush of the cool air and the pace of the fountain water flowing down its stones like ribbons, Amelia breathes in and listens to the sound of wildlife far and near. She clings to her school books for solitude and peace. Amelia thinks to herself, “Why doesn't anyone do this at all, especially when there's no class?”Amelia sighs and opens her gentle, flower peddle eyes. “Would it be completely irrelevant if I told you, I wanted to be a bird?”










