VIOLET
Dawn and I started to spend so much time together. She would climb up the oak tree to my window every afternoon after school and I’d help her in. I was rarely bothered when the door to my room was closed anyways. We spent hours just talking. Well… she was talking and I was mostly listening, but I didn’t mind, I loved hearing everything she had to say. She told me about how she lived with her grandmother and older brother. Her parents died while she was still young and her and her brother were put in the care of their grandmother, naturally.
There was something about her, the enchanting nature of hers. She was always smiling regardless of what her situation seemed to be like. The way she lived seemed to be much worse than how I lived and yet every time we saw each other it was as i
