Jillian
I stared at the glimmering lake illuminated by the late afternoon sun. The occasional ripples created by the insects or birds which touched its surface. My eyes then followed those striking winged creatures as they flew over to the trees, disappearing in the forest. When I was small I used to wish I’d turn into a bird. I wanted the freedom to be able to fly away from all those who tried to hurt me. Never letting anyone catch me. But then I saw those same creatures in cages, with kids standing in front of them and poking them with pointed sticks. They were just like me… helpless, trying to fly away from their tormentors but there was no escape. So they could only try to shield themselves from the pain and pray that it will end soon. I tried to scare the kids away, but they went cry
