the girls porcelain skin and ivory eyes held a face of innocence no adult could carry. the pink dress "she wore" delicately flowed along her frame, it looked misplaced by the dirty black tombstones. She danced among the fields of graves as if they were her old friends. she hopped over dead grass and spun around tired flowers. Coming to a stop she gracefully bowed to a grave that read Christopher Blue.
" Care to dance Mr. Blue?"
Standing she took his invisible hand and began to dance. She held a smile full of blithe.
A silent breeze brushed through the trees, revealing a black raven on an isolated branch
had to write this for enlgish class. We jad to write an opening of a book