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Date Posted: 20:42:06 09/01/04 Wed
Author: jaya
Subject: colour the world with crayola crayons

Today was one of those days. A day when all you want to do is be outside. It was a day that was almost good enough to be labeled as 'perfect'. The sun filtered through the thick leaves of the overhanging trees, and a light breeze rustled the shrubbery as it cooled the land. The birds chirped, the squirrels were out collecting nuts, the butterflies went flitting from flower to brightly coloured flower, the children laughed.

And within the crowd of short children Jaya stuck out like a sore thumb. She was tall, obviously in her late teens compared to the majority of children who seemed as if they�d just be entering elementary school soon. She wore a black halter top that was matched with a pair of dark blue jeans and a black belt with silver highlights. As much of the dark hair as she could manage was drawn back into a cute little ponytail- the rest was constantly being tucked behind her ear.

Her hands gripped the rusty chain of the swing, her legs and body worked to pump the swing back and forth, gradually going higher and higher each time. She glanced over at the child-filled swing set, catching the gaze of a devilish little boy beside her. He gave her one of those challenging looks, as if he was challenging her to a �swing duel�. Jaya had the hugest urge just to give the look right back (which would of course mean that the duel was on- for those who don�t know), but with all of the mite in her body she resisted. She couldn�t let him get away with that though, so instead of beating the puny boy at a swing duel, she stuck her tongue out at him- which obviously caught him off guard. Luckily enough for Jaya none of the parents took notice to her childish actions, otherwise they might have called the police to have her escorted out of the park establishment. With a satisfied smirk on her features her gaze was torn away from the boy and she concentrated once again on her attempt to fly.

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