(This is practice writing- Forgive me-)

The wind softly blows against the brunette's hair. 

A young girl, by the age of twelve, stands on a steep hill not far from her father's barn. Over the hill is a meadow; bright colors of many flowers blossom. Petals differ in shape and size as they dance with the cold whisp of air. (I'm not sure "Whisp" is a word but whatever)

She can't help but sigh. 

She just wants to run and be part of that scenery. She just wants to run across the blooming meadow; hair swiftly flying in the wind. She just wants to escape the  horrors of reality. Escape the terrors and fears that lurk within the darkness of life. She wants to be in that fantasy for eternity. 

She slowly steps away from the little hill and runs back to her father's barn as the sun sets behind her. She needed to be home right away or her mother would send the hounds to search for the young gal. At least that shows that her mother still cares.

What does she mean by that?

Let's say her family was... Wicked. 

Her Father, Matthew (First name I could think of), was a rich farmer.

He owned vast fields and stalks that no other man could imagine what it seemed to appear as.

Yet...

He was greedy as can be.

Her Mother, Elizabeth,  (I almost put Eliza) was also wicked. But unlike her Father, She was still... Generous? Not in a nice way...

No other description could tell about her family. To keep things simple, they were wicked.

She sighs once more.

If only her family could change.

If only-

"Celia? What on earth...?"

(Hahahaha It's terrible)