A week later...
My bare feet dangled in the air, barely touching the natural green carpeted ground as I sat in the swing Ricky made for me a few years ago in our backyard.
It was a warm, peaceful night, but for some?very upsetting?reason, I couldn't sleep. So I just sneaked outside, trying to clear my head a little.
The moon peeked from between the thick branches, its rays dancing on the lush green grass, giving it a light shine.
I pushed with my toes once again, letting the warm breeze caress every uncovered area of my skin as I slowly rocked, back and forth.
I lightly smiled, feeling like a child again, for once feeling so carefree and calm...
Unfortunately, that didn't last long... In the very next moment, I remembered for the millionth time this day, that tomorrow was my birthday... And also the day my parents died...
Or should I say my adoptive parents?
No, no, my true parents are Richard and Melinda Summers.