A gust swept up the leaves left on the pavement and swirled them away in the direction of east. A girl of only ten years was walking on the dirt kicking rocks every now and then bringing a strand of hair behind her ear. She had wanted summer to stay the whole year yet it was once again gone. She hurried over to the tree a few feet away and started to tiptoe as she started remembering the day that she was jumping up and grabbing hold of the branch. A sigh was let out and she quickly retracted her hand. "Why?" she let out loud. Only her eyes now closed as she slumped down at the tree's roots. "Do I have to grow more, why can I not stay small, I love when papa carries me on his shoulders, or used to." She added. Her hand was now grasping the dirt at her sides and her hair had fallen over her eyes.
A young boy caught sight of her and thought she had fallen from the tree, rushing over as he gasped for air, shouting once closer "Are you alright," he asked between heaves of air. His hands were resting on his knees and he was ready to rub her back when she shot up like a bullet.
"Don't touch me" she hissed. He let out a sigh,
"Oh it's only you Martha." He said in a sarcastic tone. Rolling his eyes he began to turn around and was planning on walking back to the swamp where he was a few moments ago before seeing her. "I am leaving."
"You dumbo, you don't need to tell me!" she shouted swaying her body side to side, as he walked away. He froze in place then turned around, hands clenched, and face turning red.
"Don't CALL me that," he shouted, ready to run back to her. And that he did, but before he reached her she stood up and threw a fist full of dirt at his navy blue sneakers.
"Why not," she asked with her nose straight in the air. The blonde boy grit his teeth and shook off the dirt from his shoes.
"Momma bought this! They are new," he exclaimed. He swept down to get a clump of dry sand near his shoes and threw it back at her feet. "Nananane, gotcha!" He ran faster than ever that if people had seen him he could have sworn they asked, was that a giant road runner.
Martha wanted to keep chasing him but remembered she had to be home before supper, and gets her dads shoes off for him and hang his hat. So shaking off the idea of chasing Robby seemed like the best idea in the world for her. As simple as that she turned around and began walking towards the tree she was under and passed it to the cabin built home only thirty minutes away walking, but if she was lucky she could run it and make it in fifteen.