/with the lips of an angel\

A small girl sat on a swing in Peidmont Park, slowly swaying back and forth on the swingset. She let out a long sigh as a fall breeze swept through the near empty park as she drew in a deep breath. Her wavy blonde hair wisped in the wind, as did the empty swings belong side her. She swung back and forth as she stared at her feet, and the ground. Her blonde hair hung at the sides of her face, her natural highlights brightening the color of her hair. Her piercing blue gaze shined in the sunlight. She blinked her blue-green eyes, drawing in a deep breath. She missed the sweet, salty smell of the ocean in Australia. The white sand and her beach house with her whole family. She missed her life before the whole . . . incident. Plus the fact that Trevor only had to be in jail for four months. Four months for rape and battering. It wasn't nearly begining to repay for the pain that Trevor had caused Sawyer. Not only had he raped and beaten her, but he also scared her in a different way. She missed her period after she had gotten home from the hospital, and she had freaked out.

Anyway, after the whole . . . incident, Sawyer's parents decided it was time for her to join her brother at Coverdell Prepatory Academy, and to give her a break. She missed her old life so bad. She wished she had never even come to America. The people are way different. More than half of the people she had met in America had been horrible. But then again, there are the nicer people. But she knew everyone in Australia. Well, not the country. Her town. She knew everyone in her town, ergo, most of them were friendly.

Sawyer finally lifted her head from staring at the ground. Her hair fell to her shoulders as she tucked a strand of it behind her ear. She stood, smoothing out her dull blue shirt and jeans. She blinked her eyes softly before begining to walk down the paved path in the park. She stuck her hands in her pockets and pulled her sweater over her body to shield herself from the chilly fall breeze. She began to walk through the park. The trees that surrounded her had lost a lot of their leaves, and there were turning redish, brown and orange, yellow. The crisp fall air rattled the branches of the seemingly dead trees.