Zikira Newton
Mr. Jamison, DDB
Descriptive Essay
10/09/2014

Over the last four years here at my home, I never took the energy to take a glance at what was going on in the big, tan-striped building outside my metal framed fence. I saw children in deep conversation, sounding as if a fire alarm going off every day at 4:45 like they were screaming for attention. As I gazed at the playground with curiosity of what the noise might have been. The white pudgy seagulls were hunting along the black tar ground looking for food.
Taking my first glance, I noticed a little girl for several days that was always alone with a worn pleated blue dress, white top and black shoes, her hair in disarray simply as a result of her compulsion to go everywhere in tenth speed. Not only was her gait a marvel but her purpose was also a wonder. She always gave me the impression she was on a mission, at that moment, no one could interfere with her getting to her destination. As the classes emptied onto the playground, she sat perched on high with the saddest look in her eyes as she strode off onto her own area in the park. She leaped onto the low leveled yellow swing connected to the metal polls by two brown painted linked chains. Swinging like she was trying to fly into the clouds and had been waiting for this time of day. I looked around wondering why she was playing alone when everyone else was in groups as if they were in a huddle thinking of the next play in a football game. As I proceeded to get closer, I could see the back of the little girl’s dress was strangely shaped. I figured that was a reason the kids passed by and made no effort to play with her on the swings. Having a deformity is a low blow in our society, and "so help you" if you make a step toward associating yourself with someone who is different. You may get talked about. As I was coming closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the strange shape of her back more clearly. It was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. All I wanted to do was push her on the swing so that she wouldn’t feel alone. I smiled to let her know that I was a pleasant person; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her on the vacant swing after dusting the sand that had floated from her dragging her feet as her swing was slowing down and opened with a simple "Hello" The little girl suddenly paused and stammered a "Hi" after a long stare into my eyes as I was anxiously waiting for her to respond I smiled, and she shyly smiled back. I didn’t want to bring too much attention to the girl because I could tell that she was very uncomfortable with herself, so I pushed her, her dress was a soft cotton material and she was light as a toddler so much force wasn’t needed as she was drifting in the air and her legs were no longer grasping the sand making imprints like she was digging for something in the dark brown dirt. I jogged away lightly swaying in the wind saying good bye, and she waved back with a sparkling smile that just melted my heart. As the next day approached, I was anxious and had to realize what my reasoning was for what I was doing. I just had to glance over my metal trimmed fence seeing if I would see this little girl doing the same thing. This time it was about 4:00 and the sun was still shining bright, with leaves falling from the grown, some yellow and red but I saw no little girl. As my eyes raced back and forth along the park distraught that I may have taken this little girl out of her normal routine. I immediately saw her burst out the door like no one existed. She was looking as if someone stole a piece of her heart with her head hanging low to the grown. She moped across the black dragging her feet as if there was no feeling in her legs wearing the same worn cotton blue dress and a sky blue top with a