Silence. That's the word I would use when there's nothing else to say. When that happens, I leave and go outside to see the sky, the only thing that I can see clearly. At day, the sun shines brigtly with the clouds as they pass by the beautiful shining star. It's almost like the sun is their first stop, to say a quick hello and then having to go to their next destination in a hurry. When it rains, it's like a traffic jam, and when they get angry, it thunders. It's the one time I don't visit the sky. When it's angry, you don't want to mess with it. But at night, the clouds don't get as angry. The moon takes the sun's place and many stars take the clouds' place. The stars form constellations, which make the sky look decorated. I loved seeing the night sky. It's like it tells me things that I should know, but I don't know what. It's the only thing that's the same. Because nothing is ever the same. Not anymore. I'm on the run, and my identity always changes. I'm 8. Just 8. I'm also known as Opal, Maya, Barbera, Sarah and a whole bunch of other people. But, no one knows who I really am, and they shouldn't. No one should. No one is safe around me. Why you ask? Then you've got a lot to learn my friend.
I just wrote a chapter of something.....totally random. Figure out what it's about. Tell me in the comments. I may write a whole book about this....
