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Post by allison lillian williams on Jul 2, 2009 18:53:35 GMT
Allison Lillian Williams is walking through the woods between Forks, Washington and the reservation, La Push. The trails of the wood have been flooded with puddles from the recent rainfall that fell upon Forks the previous night. Allison had her fingerless gloved hands in her sweater pockets to them warm and the hood of her red and white 'Roxy' sweater up, hiding her hair from the rain that was no longer falling. She was defiantly not dressed appropriately for the hike she was taking. Skinny jeans, a sweater, and sneakers. Wow. Real smart, but she needed to get away and think for a while. She hadn't taken time away from her friends or family in the past couple weeks to just be by herself. Now was the time. Allison continued walking, her sneakers and the bottoms of her skin tight jeans getting soaked by the ankle high puddles on the trails. Allison didn't care, she was much too busy thinking to herself. She had her head down as she walked, and was much too busy talking to herself in her head, that she went of course.
Allison soon found herself in a clearing in the woods. She looked up when she saw grass below her feet instead of muddy sand. She saw a beautiful meadow, full of green grass and the trees shielded it from everything like walls. Allison's lips curled into a smile at this beautiful sight. She sighed and then walked farther into the meadow. It didn't look familiar, not like Allison had ever been there before. She had hiked up in these forests dozens of times now and she still had no idea where this place came from. No signs of any life living there and no signs of anybody having been there within the last year or so. Allison then walked to the very middle of the meadow and removed her sweater, revealing a long sleeved, v necked white shirt. Allison put her sweater on the grass that was surprisingly dry. And sat down on it. She leaned back, stopping herself from falling back wards by putting her hands on the soft grass, letting the long pieces of green run through her fingers. She leaned her head back and took a deep breath, breathing in the beautiful scent of a forest just after a rainfall. It was a perfect bliss.
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