by Sarah Wood

Created on: August 10, 2010

Her name was Iona and she loved the storms quite clearly, an unusual and quiet girl who never had very many friends or family. You could say she grew up utterly alone. The last day of high school had passed and was encouraged. She had graduated with flying colors, but her romance life was growing bitter. Her girlfriend accused her of so many things not only ruining her reputation, but the little circle she did have. Silently she walked down the street to her school, for there was a get-to-gather she remembered her girlfriend saying.

Iona looked up at the clouds and smiled, a thunderstorm was growing brilliant and violent with each step, something peaceful to her in ironic sort of way. Daydreaming about this feeling, she did not see the car coming. All she heard was the crash and fell silently into a deep sleep.....

She walked down the street like nothing happened.

"Maybe it was just a dream." she mumbled to herself as she crossed the intersection not realizing the crows circling around in the trees more coming as if they were trying to say something. She shrugged off this thought as she went into the empty high school and to the school yard seeing only a few familiar faces their. She took a seat in the back of the circle wondering what was going on.

"To our dear friend Iona, she meant more than to me than she will ever know. On this sad day I wish her well in heaven where she will soon embark." her girlfriend preached at the pedestal and Iona shrieked seeing the signs of hope and love to her. "May her soul rest in peace," Iona's girlfriend cried as she got off the stand and put a flower by a tree where the signs were. Standing still, Iona noticed a little ball of light circling around her and this small tiny figure giggled.

"You humans are interesting. Please come with me, it is time for your own embark into a well lit place." Iona stared at the strange little creature all of a sudden beginning to fill lifted. From that day on, on June 13th, there was thunderstorm in that same neighborhood and if you look closely enough the flowers still grow that her relatives have placed in her absence.

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