There was a girl named Kristin. She was 14 years old, and the world was full of possibilities for her. She had dark blonde hair and light, pale blue eyes.
She had some friends named Meg and Kate. They were 13.
There was a boy named Richard who was 15 who she was great friends with. There was another boy named Edward who was 20 who was her boyfriend. Richard was like a brother, like her 2 friends. She was a proper young lady and very independent. She also had a crush on a man who was 40 named Tiny Tim. She lived in a big world and he was like a dreamer.
Kristin lay on the bank, alone, while little girls played in the distance, some in pale white dresses. Kristin wore green velvet over pale green lace, which was rich and hard to imagine seeing together. Evening came, and she began to weep, but no one ever saw her. A lady of one of the huge residences of people came, and she was in her home. She admired her but felt unworthy. Though the lady was alone, Kristin figured she had no business with her. She came over to her, was probably 45.
She looked up and said, "How do you do, ma'm?" She was full of sorrow, and the lady knew she knew her and came and picked her up and gave her a hug and assured her things would be fine and asked whatever was the matter.
Soon, night came, and Kristin looked out, and the lady took her hand and let her sit on her lap. Kristin just loved the water at night and the mixture of moods that surrounded them. She felt she was not good enough for this lady, who rocked her and comforted her, as though she knew what would happen.. She knew.
When the other kids came, the lady and other people watched, while they played on the seaside. A boat came, and the lady picked up Kristin and it was just her and older people and 1 younger girl named Ruby with curly red hair and green eyes who was her age.