The golden glow of the Autumn foliage was glistening and prancing around the walkway. The sun was gleaming over the town park with superiority. The little pond on the right contained such a variety of an ecosystem with the irritable ducks on the surface, the small goldfish just below, and then all the algae, pond frogs and little flies. And all life in this concentrated region could be contaminated with just a few drops of poison; a few drops which would have the equivalent power of a nuclear bomb. It would just be affecting different populations, in great proportions.  The sun stubbornly shone on the grass and the remains of the trees. Soon it will set and the townsfolk will have to start settling in, as per usual these days.

 The superficial bliss of Mother Nature was a complete contrast to the hearts of the common man; in fact the sun’s gleam was a complete and utter mockery of the forthcoming fateful events. Such events which will leave a scar on every man’s heart, a scar with such adverse pain that it would be better to pretend it wasn’t buried in the memories and thoughts of the corrupted minds. Such event should be hidden and forgotten, for the fresh soreness of all the torn flesh will have to reawaken and relive every time someone comments on such event to their grandchildren or to a group of dead minds in a classroom.
       
  Charlotte was strolling around the wide openness of the park allowing her to explore her emotions and thoughts alone, where she couldn’t possibly be bombarded with any other problem which she already had to endure. Her only ambition in life was to escape her cycle of struggles which had successfully ruined all her descendents’ lives before. She was slowly realising the hardships to come and her own struggle for survival in this corrupt and inhumane world. Going into university would be a very large stepping stone for her and her family, but it could also be the biggest mistake she had ever made. It was not reversible, and it had to be done; being labelled a poor working class girl was the worst possible insult to her, and she could break that chain.
       
  Her short auburn hair was screaming for freedom and happiness, but her eyes showed such seriousness and determination, with the maturity of a full grown adult, maybe even more so. Charlotte wanted to make a difference, but that was so clichéd it sounded rather frivolous at times. But she really wanted to contain an artificial life of stability and content, as well has having a home to go to, not just a temporary area of residence knowing her family could be moved yet again.
       
  Charlotte’s family of six siblings, an overworked father who still couldn’t find himself in the business world and a mother who never picked up a book in her life, were the most laid back group of people in the world. The hardship was there, always.