A short by Garrick, Grade 10

Cotton candy clouds lazily cross the baby blue sky. A gentle summer breeze lightly caresses a sea of grass as my baby brother laughs with sheer joy flying his bright red kite which flutters in the wind, a soaring phoenix. I watch him and silently chuckle to myself, "Not a care in the world." I lean against a great oak, the shade protecting me from the smiling sun, when from above a blue jay's song drops to earth and sings along with the chorus of life.