The wind pierced through her ears. She rode her bike hoping it wouldn't knock her over like yesterday. Struggling to get home she realized how much simpler it would have been to get off the bike and walk. Instead, she rode an inch every five minutes. Belle stepped in the ninth place she had ever called home, without a breath of air and pride on her face. " Stupid wind, I hate you." But she wondered was Belle angry at the wind or her stupidity? "All well," Belle thought, and crunched up the stairs with the old crusty snow still attached to her boots.
Belle was always a stubborn child. God put that feisty spirit in her at a young age. One time in kindergarden all of her friends formed a circle on the playground. The "I'll show you mine if you show me yours game." Sitting in the pleasant yet deceiving circle Belle was first to show everyone "hers."
"Ummm..I think I'll just go last."
"Okay, but you have to go last then."
One by one each child sat unwearyingly and sure enough pulled down their trousers. "Your turn Belle."
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