A girl walks up to a table and opens a bag.
She pulls out a blue bottle and takes a sip then places it next to a vase with roses in it on the table.
She lifts out a phone, with a dark case she presses the button it turns on. The time was 4:30pm she put it down slowly.
A dog runs to the table greeting her, she strokes his head, he goes to the living room and lies down.
She puts her red anger on the table, the red rage that was inside her, she puts that on the table.
The happiness of her friends she puts that on the table. The sunshine and the rain it all goes on the table.
Lexie (11)
