Alana Verdioso

As she passed through the streets, her rich dark hair swayed around her lower back wrapping itself around her waist. Alana Verdioso walked to her special place in a world that was too complicated for her understand. Her life had been comprised of covered faces and galloping through the desert. This place had become her own over the past four years she had been at Thallow Flats. She unlocked the wooden gate and slipped into the garden in a daze. She sat in the swing underneathe the old oak tree and stared at the intertwining roots. Alana's dark mysterious eyes followed the path of the roots through the garden and back to the base of the ancient tree. She leaned back and stretched her legs forward allowing the sun to fall on her tanned skin. As she climbed higher and higher into the sky, she let her lips curl into a smile meant only for herself. The wind breezed past her and seemed to wrap it's airy arms around her. The only thing that was stable was nature and the voices in her apartment.