by April Self

Created on: October 02, 2010

On a Crisp Autumn Morning......

A yellow school bus with noisy young kids pulled up next to a tan little house with dated dark brown trim. “See you in a couple weeks, Dawn!” The robust female bus driver called from the loud bus as a little girl with long black locks stepped off the bus, slightly dragging her purple backpack behind her. With a little wave behind her, the young girl named Dawn walked across the street to the house.

Sadness permeated from her little round face and her glasses glistened in the chilly morning sunlight. Normally little children would be thrilled to get out of school early, and this one was no different except.. for today. Tears glistened behind her wire framed glasses as she headed to the weathered front door of the little house.

“Is that you Sweetheart?!” a woman's voice called from the small living room, “Yeah, Mom,” the girl announced trying to sound cheery, putting her backpack onto the linoleum floor of the small kitchen. She found it hard to calm her trembling lower lip as she walked through the kitchen into the living room. A pretty middle age woman with dark brown hair sat there crocheting a purple throw.

“Come here Dawn,” she said and patted the cushion next to her. “Tell me how was school?” Ready to hear a long story with plenty of details, from the normally talkative little girl, her mother was surprised when all she got was a brief “It was fine.” “Oh, okay,” the woman said trying not to push the issue. She told Dawn all about her day still wondering what had the little girl in such a dismal mood. “Do you have any homework, darling?” The mother asked.

“No, Mom, I finished it all at school,” came another brief reply.“Why don't you go outside and play, it's a beautiful day and the leaves on the maple tree outside look like an angel touched them?!” The mother suggested hoping to cheer the little girl up.

“An angel Mom?” the little girl wondered what she meant. “Yes an angel dear, you should go look it's really something!” came the mother's quick reply. Dawn hadn't noticed anything on the way into the house. Of course her eyes had been misted over with tears.

“Alright, Mom,” the little girl said, getting up slowly from the couch. As she walked to the door she had a brief flashback. One she'd been having since getting on the bus. She could still hear the jeers taunting

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