Misty Creek (standard:other, 948 words)
Author: VertigoMatt	Added: Sep 13 2000	Views/Reads: 4008/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A descriptive story about a young girl and a young boy in a mist covered woods at dawn.

The sun seemed to turn her face a glow, the deep tan proof of her
natural preference to the outdoors. Her knees and arms scraped from 
climbing trees. Each scrape seemed to tell a story of a certain tree, 
each one special. Though the scrape on her elbow was special, it was 
from her tree. Her hair was tangled, full of the leaves of the tree, 
most from the tree top. 

When she first saw this tree her eyes sparkled and danced, as they only
do when she is thinking. A gentle breeze moved the limbs on the tree, 
and herself, each seemingly longing for each other. 

Her eyes still dancing around the tree, now guiding her arms for the
lowest branch. Her short but strong legs throwing her up, allowing her 
rough hands to clasp the growth. With rapid small steps she had walked 
herself up to the branch, her dark hair cascading down like silk. Soon 
she was sitting proud and tall, straddled on the branch, her smile 
knowing this was only the first one of the tree. She reached for an 
other branch, and an other, until there were few branches left above. 
Each new branch contained more growth then the last. Finally she 
reaching the last branch she dare climb. She scrapped herself, just a 
small scrape, but the blood was still red. Reaching her hands out 
calmly she plucked a leaf off the tree, kissed it and held it to her 
wound, stopping the bleeding. When it had stopped completely she 
allowed the leaf to fall, and her eyes danced around the tree, her 
tree. 

It was then she spotted him, her head peaking out from the canopy of
leaves and branches. Crossing across the meadow of the camp, frosted 
and crunching under his feet. The cold was just to the point where you 
could tolerate it, and even the deer were out, hidden in the shadows 
nibbling at the foliage peaking out from under the blanket of cold. She 
waved her red hand at him, but he did not see, he was on his way to his 
place, to his own special spot. 

Heading down the path into the mist, just beyond her tree, he walked
down into a large clearing, with what appeared to be the frame of a 
building, and a bridge just beyond it, while in the opposite direction 
lead a path that followed along a creek. He turned with out even 
looking, heading past a water storage tank, and traveled along the 
creek. 

She now looked down at him, wondering where he was going, and looked off
towards him as he faded into the woods, quietly and with out any energy 
that she would have. He looked almost like a puppy, retreating back to 
the protection of its mother. His hands shoved into his jeans. She 
gentle, but quickly started to lower herself from the branches, 
attempting to catch up, and when she reached the mouth of the trail, 
she jogged down towards the clearing, turning and following him, but he 
was no where to be seen. 

He had traveled farther, past a couple of curves, and the cool air
caused his cheeks to turn red, and his fingers became numb. He shoved 
them deeper into his pockets reaching for the warmth within them. As he 
came upon a tree that had falled across the banks of the creek, he 
crawled out onto it and dangled his legs over the edge, looking down 
into the trickling water, singing along with the occasional bird. 

Behind him on the trail she followed his footsteps, her eyes dancing,
looking for him. She went on, and continued past the curve, now leaning 
over the banks to see if he had slipped down to play in the creek. Her 
face and heart dropped as he was still not found. She never really 
liked the game of Hidden n’ Go Seek, to lonely for her, and she had to 
be on the move all the time, couldn’t sit still. Often causing her to 
be found, much to her relief. 

The mist now was fading rapidly as the morning grew late. Breakfast
would be soon, and the bell would ring, her friends would be gathering 
in line to turn the huge handle. She decided to play his game herself, 
and jumped down into the ravine, standing on the edge of the creeks 
banks, ornamented by rocks, and trimmed with moss. She threw off her 
shoes and left them next to where she stood. Then she sat down on a 
rock next to them and slid off her socks, tucking them into her shoes, 
and rolled up her pant legs, stepping into the water. The water was ice 
and she was sure if she walked far enough, she would discover a giant 
ice cube its source. Her legs started to numb, but she was going on, 
now holding her pant legs up. When she first spotted the log, she 
didn’t see him, and kept on approaching it, watching the sides of the 
banks, instead of her feet which were slipping on the rocks in the 
water. Walking under the log, she noticed the underside of the log was 
damp with moisture, and the grooves of the bark seemed to create long 
canals for it to travel through, before dripping down on top of her. 
She smiled, her thin lips spreading, she knew where her friend was, and 
she was going to surprise him. She hopped out from under the log and he 
fell off, falling right on top of her, creating a large spash where she 
smiled and laughed as he struggled up the creek’s banks. 


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