Bill glanced down into the swarm of bystanders, as lights from nearby buildings reflected off of his moist brown eyes. Glimpses of her face remained attached to his mind, as he gripped the pen and paper. He wasn't much of a writer considering his pass childhood memories of his first letter to Santa Clause, which was rudely destroyed by his naughty twin brother, Tom.
Dear Santa, Lily
I know you're not real, but I guess I could give it a try. What's there to loose?
Uhm, I was wondering...if you could get me a toy plane go out with me this Christmas.
I promise to be good a total douche and do whatever mom tells me.
I thought that maybe if
Her hands were wrapped delicately around the brown cup. Her soft fingers trailing the flowing pattern with its intricite turns and twists. Smiling to herself she closes her eyes and feels the evening sun resting on her body. Soaking into the pores of her skin, the golden rays rush through the window and light the room up in shades of gold. She lifts the cup to her lips and drinks in the soothing familiar taste of coffee. Its bitter, but laced with a sweet coating that gives her the energy she needs.
Another day gone.
Her feet are tired and sore from the constant rush in the classroom. The children, which she loves dearly, keep her up and