At a park... Playing having some fun (tagged: Damian Skeeter)

Aurora walked to a park in london on a bright summer morning. She had hoped for a long time to find some friends to play with and hopefully she would be able to play. Aurora was someone who enjoyed playing and since the park usually had kids she would hopefully be in luck.

Once she got to the park she sat on a swing and waited for someone to ask her to play. She wasnt rude so she never asked to join into games. Plus her shyness kept her away from kids most of the time.

When it came to parks, Damian wasn’t a huge fan, but, like water, there were some days when the park sounded appealing, but those days passed and as soon as they did, Damian lost interest. He lost interest in drinking water quickly as well… it just tasted so awful sometimes, even though he knew it was better for him than all the sodas and juices he filled his stomach with everyday. Damian looked down at the soda he held in his hand, shrugged his small shoulders, and brought the tin back to his pale lips, taking a sip.

It was one of those days when neither drinking water, nor spending the hot day at the park sounded appealing. The latter wasn't really an option; Damian had nothing left to do on such a hot day.

Damian pushed the rusty gate that framed the park open with the hand that wasn’t busy holding his soda, and entered the small area after receiving permission from his mother first. He looked about; there were many children playing in the sandbox and on the swings, fussing and fighting over the rules of the games they were playing, or, whatever it was those whiney children fought over. Damian was proud to say that he had never actually behaved in such a way- well, at least, not during the years when he could actually understand what was going on around him, unlike when he had been an infant.

After setting down his can of soda on the ground, knowing that some bee would fly in it or some child would take it,- which was covered in woodchips for some reason beyond him- Damian took a seat on one of the swings and began to swing back and forth, and back and forth until he was swinging as high as he could get the thing to go. It felt like he was flying, and it was a very peaceful feeling indeed, even with all those screaming infants crawling about the dirty ground.

“The one who makes it sells it. The one who buys it doesn't use it. The one who's using it doesn't know he's using it. What is it?” Damian asked the air, wishing that the air would answer him with the correct answer. He knew it, of course, for he knew the answer to almost every riddle he had ever heard- it bothered him to death if he didn’t figure it out, and so, after hearing a new riddle, Damian always went somewhere quiet and figured it out, and if he didn’t, he didn’t move from the spot until he did- but it would have been nice for someone other than himself to know at least a little about the complex word puzzles.

Aurora sat on the swing watching the other children play. She didnt speak at all ov course because of shyness. Her mind was set on many thing at the moment. The main thing the thought about was how she couldnt help being shy. It annoyed her being soooo shy