Book blaring stories like a stereo, her nose in its spine. Reading takes her away. Erasing the mind of unpleasant moments at school, like her eraser on a sheet of paper, making pencil lines invisible. She is now at the fair, and hears a sound like children giggling with glee as melted popsicles drip down their chins and onto the hot asphalt. She jolts up, stares into a blank space, and thinks nothing more. Just when a page is about to turn, she is in the park, and a sound flutters. Flutters?? Yes, a pack of kites, big and beautiful, soaring past above, soaking up the sun. Never looking down, and never looking back. Always glances ahead because they are free.
She whips her head up, and glares at the tiny live airplanes whizzing by, flowing their tails. How dare they interrupt her serenity. Shrugs her now chilly shoulders and thinks nothing more. She blinks her tired eyes and hears the saddest sound. She is finally on the beach, longingly gazing at a sunburned and tired family. The children wail and cry at the sight of the umbrella being packed away, at the sound of the tide crashing getting farther and farther, at the smell of sea salt slowly dissolving away. She is back at home in her yard. These are the memories she could've kept forever, knowing that she would never experience them again. Summer is ending and school must begin. She wishes she could do it over, even for a second, but she knows that it's impossible. Because in life, there are no erasers.
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