Amy And The Lake
Amy's mom didn't like her hanging around the house during the day. "Too many accidents can happen," she'd said. "Go play in the lake instead," she'd said. Amy didn't mind too much, though. The lake was big and not too cold or warm, and only a short run away. The town only had about 100 people, if you counted the news crews and the tourists. It was safe enough. Amy never wore shoes, and wore a small pink dress that came down to her ankles. It had lace that was torn a bit, and someone had once told her that it had been a girl's graduation dress once. Amy's mom liked hand-me-downs, cause money was rare in the small town. Wherever she could save was good.
Amy ran down the street, not minding the dirt and the gravel. This wasn't the kind of town where they paved the road. It was right off a lake, that had mountains on all three sides, and on the fourth, a valle