today i wasnt feeling very well i felt something wasup last night turns out i was coming down with a cold. So today i took advantage of my nan's couch and her classic pearl barley and sat down to write a story, i planned an idea which then lead on to read ' A tall dark handsome gentlemen who isn't the wealthiest but will always give his last penny to someone less fortunate.. living on the outskirts of america he see's the world go by like passing traffic, meeting and greeting people of all different genres artists, who would often sit by the street corners painting the rush hour onto white pieces of recycled paper from which someone had given from old envelopes which had travelled miles then to be recieved by people who had loved ones from whom were reminising of an old romance whilst fighting in thewar. music men who would also stand on the american dusty streets watching passers by in the hope to gain a few dollars to then buy his tea for his family of 4. The lady who had portions of wood which let out the smell of roasted chesnuts and would always give off that warm feel to homeless street eaters, making them feel more of a community as you see everyone who lived on this street were all in the same boat they were a family. They all had the same morals and religious beliefs which made the community a enjoyable place to be whether homeless or not. Often people were left there to feed for themselves if they were not accepted by other americans. a few weeks had gone and a few more men had been added to community but nothing could be compared to the lady who was then walking through the streets looking through each glass window scanning every high maintenanced item through her mirror imaged mind. Everyone couldnt help but gaze at her hazel hair, topped with a fluffy black slate hat which lent softly yet comfortbaly of the tip of her head. Her long red dress which sweeped the streets of unwealth, her fluffy jacket which had the feel of a savaged bear layed on her broad shoulders emphasising her beautiful neck line, and the finishing touch like the only star in the sky was her red lipstick. This was the detail to her face which lead everyone to believe she was of royalty. The tall dark handsome man saw beyond this and new she had more class he notcied something distinctive about her but couldnt quite explain it to himself so he left his mind to do overtime to try and figure it out.. others believed she was those common americans, one of those who took money for grantes, some also believed her to be a berlesk dancer and with her bright red lipstick on who would of thought otherwise. Even though they had the same views on everything this time seemed to be different. Whilst debating antonio ' the tall dark handsome man took a sharp look back to find she of such wealth had gone...
the days of autmn passed leading to another month, there was still no sign of the red eva.
As images kept being played through his mind of her class he still couldnt make out what was so personally to herself which took the attention away from her beauty. He described this as his beautiful mystery.
2 more seasons flew by the pavements started to dry out ready for the winter snows and rain to lay, and the puddles to form in the cracked slabs. As each individual watched the rain rebounce off the slabs and form another puddle added to the many already there a worn down boot walked by heads turned to look up and there stood eva. Unlike before she was dressed like them, a long grey jacket filled her body, and a worn down hat layed covering her mattered hazel hair, someone must have percieved her noticable disformity and sent her to these worn down streets which would never become a souvernier of a visitor. They were not disgrateful for what they had achieved and would always pray for the hope of better wealth to many others who were much more downturned then them. Antonio stood up to greet the what looked like lost lady, she spoke in silence when he introduced himself. He went on to ask questions ' how had you ended up here?' was it you who was recognisable to me? ' yet still she spoke silence.. only left to imagine what she was speaking in her mind, unaware that he was living eva's life as she does each and every day. eva took the seat of antonios and rested her head against an old brick wall, nevah who was part of the family covered the cold girl with a blanket in which a passer by who was pushing a silver cross push pram failed to notice it had fallen off and re pushing over it left the blanket stained and damp. It was okay for eva though, and she soon drifted off. Everyone believed eva would be dreaming of which seemed the un attainable for them but they were far from correct the only thing played in eva's silent mind was images of the unexplainable these would lock her up with truth being the only key.
After the cold winter evening the community woke up to a brown boy who was standing at the edge of the street, he had a bell in his hand which was a constant ring in peoples ears everyone was disturbed by the sound yet eva still lay alseep. The brown boy was only trying to sell papers for his father. what read on these papers soon become familiar and the word LOST soon became a feeling of anger and guilt. What was kept hidden from others was never to be told only by those who believed to trust and embrace one anothers respect. Joice set up her wood stool, lucas set up his paints and they soon went back to normality...