Outside

Outside. The first word that went through Amber's mind when she woke up. She jumped out of bed and scrambled downstairs. After shoving her long brown hair into a ponytail and throwing on her boots, Amber ran outside. She did this every morning, thirty minutes before sunrise, without fail. No one could ever figure out why she obsessed over the outdoors. It would be fine and normal if she hiked and did activities, but no. Not Amber. She simply sat and looked around. She had done this ever since she was two years old, and thirteen years later when she was fifteen, she still did it. Always in the same spot in the backyard, so it's not like there was anything new to look at. Amber was a peculiar child...

Reviews

[Ady Dost]

Obviously this is nowhere near finished, I think this would be good as the beginning of a short story.

[Peach]

A simple and neat story. Even though it's incomplete, it has this certain kind of, magic to it.