The autumn winds whistled through the nigh deserted town, rattling the leaves of the yew trees. One particular leaf fluttered off the branch and drifted downwards, spiraling in its descent and landing upon the head of fourteen year old Veronica Belle.
Accompanying her scattered around the grand, old tree were her best and only friends. The seven of them were the only ones in the town under the age of thirty or even fifteen for that matter. When it came to friendships, fun and comfort, they only had each other.
Jaden Cole lay at the base of the trunk, hands behind his head and eyes closed drowsily. He was fourteen years old and the eldest of the group, surpassing Veronica in age by a mere three months. His hair was short, spiked and so dark a brown that it was virtually black in colour. Though short for his age, (which was still taller than Veronica) he was physically fit and able, athletic and strong for his diminutive size. Jaden always sustained a blank expression when talking, moving or just about doing anything, his eyelids constantly drooping over his brown eyes.
Veronica sat beside him, plucking the leaf from her well-combed and brown hair. It was rather lengthy, sweeping down from her scalp to the end of her thighs, a magnificent cape down her back. Her eyes were cyan, sparkling and as enticing as a resplendent diamond. Veronica was tiny, as petite as she was three years age.
The other five members of the group lounged around the base of the tree, save for Tristan and Edward Tele, who clambered up the sturdy wood, aiming for the greatest height achievable. The two were the youngest of the group, eleven and ten years of age respectively. Each of them had sandy blonde hair. Tristan's was long, sleek and dense, Ed's short and curly.
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