It was pretty at first just like everything is at first. There where so many color at first blue and yellow swirls with hint and pink. The color would move as you moved you finger across the screen the colors would follow and dance out in mesmerizing patterns. I wached it for hours late into night under my blanket. They days would go on and more color joined the first couple colors. Red and orange...

She died here because of them now they all will. It’s there fault she gone they did not lison when she told them to stop.They knew she could not swim and yet they did it. Now it they’re trun I don’t listen to the screams they did not listen to her so now I won’t listen. They beg and fight thye cry and apologize but none of that will bring her back. She gone and nothing will bring her back. And now...

She was a little thing. hair and eye as red as the rose she was born in. Her name was rosemary but most of the other fairy called her rosy. She was small for a fairy hardly the size of a butterfly. Her size was not the only thing that set her apart also her wing where most fairy wings where harder and more like dragonsfly wing rosy where soft and light like rose petals she was quite and kind alway...