Sam didn’t want the beautiful sound to end.
He stood stiffly yet relaxed, and let the radiant voice course through his
ears. So he would never forget it. He must get closer he thought. Sam's brain
told him to stay where he was, but his legs refused to listen. The closer he
became, the more he began to tell what this mysterious angel looked like. Her
hair was as blonde as a freshly bloomed day lily, with features that only a
goddess should possess. She wore a pink sundress, that matched the evening ever
so perfectly. Sam could tell she was exactly his age, no more no less. He
noticed a delicate sparkle in her eyes, but she had yet to see Sam standing in
the tall grass of the field. This girl was special, the moment he heard her
voice he knew. He had to talk to her; he had to find out exactly who she was.
His heart was pounding at the thought of interrupting her beautiful melody. She
seemed as if she didn’t have a care in the world which reminded Sam of himself.
She gently touched the trunk of the oak tree, and glided her hand across the
soft bark as she walked. Round and Round she went charmingly. Her hair blowing
in the wind, changing direction as she made her way around the tree.
“Excuse me”, Sam said while feeling quite timid. She was mildly frightened by the unexpected appearance of Sam through the grass. “Hello”, she spoke softly. Her voice was as magical in spoken word as it was in song. “What was it you were singing, just there” Sam said, wishing she would begin to sing again. “It has no name, I just sing how I feel inside” she explained. Her reply was a surprise to Sam, such a mysterious and emotional girl. Yet Sam had never seen her before, and he never saw anyone in the field. Not even once. “With a song as lovely as that, you must be feeling pretty good”, Sam claimed. She giggled, “And who might you be stranger.” Sam’s brain began to cloud over; he wanted to say so many things at once but managed to spit out “Sam”. She paused, then smiled and held out her hand, “Pleased to meet you Sam, my name is Layla”. What a beautiful name. “Would you like to walk me home Sam? I’d really enjoy the company.” Sam had never been so excited to answer a question in his entire life. His heart was pounding, he felt as if time itself was in slow motion just for him to enjoy the moment. “Sure” he replied blissfully. Layla smiled again, and he felt his heart melt. She started off towards the roadway with Sam on her heels. “Are you new around here?” Sam questioned. “I just moved in not too far down the road, is that your house over there?” She pointed through the field to Sam’s farmhouse. It wasn’t spectacular, but it was home. Sam nodded yes. Suddenly Layla darted ahead hands outstretched, gliding her hands over the tops of the tall grass laughing. Sam was stunned, but managed to pick up the pace and followed in her wake. He glanced ahead and noticed how gracefully she ran, and how her hair almost sparkled in the sunlight. This was his motivation to catch up. “Come on Sam cant you keep up with me?” she laughed. “That’s not fair, you had a head start!” Sam yelled ahead of him. This feeling Sam was feeling was difficult to describe. Although he had just met Layla, there was something inside him trying to tell him he had met her before. He felt as if he had a direct connection to this girl. Sam was thinking so hard he didn’t even realize that he was laughing, and smiling so much his face began to hurt.
Layla stopped running when she met the roadway at the edge of the field. She looked to Sam as if she hadn’t ran at all, her breathing was fine and she looked even more stunning than before. “I’m disappointed in you Sam”. She stated as Sam slowly trudged up to meet her. Winded he replied “You said, walk you home, not run!” She smiled a smile so bright it made the run worthwhile. He had never laughed so hard, and ran so far in such a short amount of time. “That’s true Sam, I didn’t.” She giggled, “But in order to walk me home, you had to follow me too the road. I felt like running.” Sam realized that he did agree to walk her home, and she made an excellent point. Layla pointed up the road, in the direction away from Sam’s farmhouse. “My house is just through the tree line, then over the ridge.” She said. “Still want to walk me home?” Little did she know Sam enjoyed walking more than almost anything. It was an easy way to clear his head, and think. Walking kept Sam’s body busy, when his brain was the same. “I'd love to walk you home Layla”. He studied her face as she smiled. Her eyes squinted, but not because of the sun but because her smile was genuinely so bright, and cute. “Alright Sam, it’s this way, come on.” She said reaching for his hand.
“Excuse me”, Sam said while feeling quite timid. She was mildly frightened by the unexpected appearance of Sam through the grass. “Hello”, she spoke softly. Her voice was as magical in spoken word as it was in song. “What was it you were singing, just there” Sam said, wishing she would begin to sing again. “It has no name, I just sing how I feel inside” she explained. Her reply was a surprise to Sam, such a mysterious and emotional girl. Yet Sam had never seen her before, and he never saw anyone in the field. Not even once. “With a song as lovely as that, you must be feeling pretty good”, Sam claimed. She giggled, “And who might you be stranger.” Sam’s brain began to cloud over; he wanted to say so many things at once but managed to spit out “Sam”. She paused, then smiled and held out her hand, “Pleased to meet you Sam, my name is Layla”. What a beautiful name. “Would you like to walk me home Sam? I’d really enjoy the company.” Sam had never been so excited to answer a question in his entire life. His heart was pounding, he felt as if time itself was in slow motion just for him to enjoy the moment. “Sure” he replied blissfully. Layla smiled again, and he felt his heart melt. She started off towards the roadway with Sam on her heels. “Are you new around here?” Sam questioned. “I just moved in not too far down the road, is that your house over there?” She pointed through the field to Sam’s farmhouse. It wasn’t spectacular, but it was home. Sam nodded yes. Suddenly Layla darted ahead hands outstretched, gliding her hands over the tops of the tall grass laughing. Sam was stunned, but managed to pick up the pace and followed in her wake. He glanced ahead and noticed how gracefully she ran, and how her hair almost sparkled in the sunlight. This was his motivation to catch up. “Come on Sam cant you keep up with me?” she laughed. “That’s not fair, you had a head start!” Sam yelled ahead of him. This feeling Sam was feeling was difficult to describe. Although he had just met Layla, there was something inside him trying to tell him he had met her before. He felt as if he had a direct connection to this girl. Sam was thinking so hard he didn’t even realize that he was laughing, and smiling so much his face began to hurt.
Layla stopped running when she met the roadway at the edge of the field. She looked to Sam as if she hadn’t ran at all, her breathing was fine and she looked even more stunning than before. “I’m disappointed in you Sam”. She stated as Sam slowly trudged up to meet her. Winded he replied “You said, walk you home, not run!” She smiled a smile so bright it made the run worthwhile. He had never laughed so hard, and ran so far in such a short amount of time. “That’s true Sam, I didn’t.” She giggled, “But in order to walk me home, you had to follow me too the road. I felt like running.” Sam realized that he did agree to walk her home, and she made an excellent point. Layla pointed up the road, in the direction away from Sam’s farmhouse. “My house is just through the tree line, then over the ridge.” She said. “Still want to walk me home?” Little did she know Sam enjoyed walking more than almost anything. It was an easy way to clear his head, and think. Walking kept Sam’s body busy, when his brain was the same. “I'd love to walk you home Layla”. He studied her face as she smiled. Her eyes squinted, but not because of the sun but because her smile was genuinely so bright, and cute. “Alright Sam, it’s this way, come on.” She said reaching for his hand.
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