Instead of a transparent white, it was adeep charcoal gray, almost black. Curious, I turned to find something shimmering inthe air, almost like a fine mist-but it was unlike any mist I Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something slidepast me. A lone whitecloud hung in the sky, thin and shredded around the edges,losing a battle against the summer’s unyielding heat. Dropping to the well-manicured grass at itsbase, I slouched against the scratchy bark that pricked myscalp and snared my mocha-colored hair. I decided to seek solace from the heat in the shade ofa tall tree.
Icould feel the sturdy beads of my necklace warm againstmy skin, reflecting the bright sunlight onto the wall of thecampus library in a shower of amber sparkles. A gust ofwind momentarily stirred the air, giving me a respite fromthe suffocating heat as my shirt billowed out around me.
The humid summer swelter had not yet surrendered tothe much more bearable temperatures of fall. My shadow stretched out in front of me, making mysmall build and slight frame seem almost tall-willowy even.It had an air of grace about it that I envied, and made mefeel more elegant than the boarding school uniform-wearingsixteen year old I was.
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