"Pull up your pants!" she admonished her peer, who - in the misguided fashion of the day- was displaying the better part of his yellow boxers. Without a word he yanked his pants up and walked off.
"I'm making a scrapbook," she said solemnly. "You won't see me after this week." An eleven-year-old who had already seen too much of the ugly this world has to offer, yet had a smile that could drive away the winter and the songbird's love of music to carry her through. With half of her years spent here, her strongest ties lay right there in the valley. She struggles to balance the sorrow of leaving with the anticipated joy for her new life, not always succeeding, but never giving up.
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