Gray

From my English assignment.

Gray

They called her Gray,nobody understood why. Gray was such a dull color,sad,and depressing. But Gray was far from that. She was a small girl, no higher than my hip,most would have thought she was six, but Gray was much older than that. In fact she wasn't human at all. Her hair was a beautiful silky blue, blue as the sky. Her skin was a soft pink, like a baby's cheek. And her eyes were like two stars in a dark night. The hollow trees of Fall seemed to come back to life whenever she walked by, but they soon regained their haunted look as she continued on her way. Today, like all the other days, Gray ran around talking to people in that starnge language of hers, she looked scared and in a hurry. Fall was ending and panic made its way into that small girl. She pleaded and she cried but nobody could have helped that strange creature. Winter creeps closer and the sky turns Gray. This is the consequence of straying away from home and entering the dangerous world of humans. It's snowing today and Gray is long gone. Maybe next year the new Gray will have better luck getting home.