Grace Kobriger, 12th, Forest City High School, (Non-fiction) "Fence" I was walking through a thick and crowded brushway. The damp smell of the overgrowth of shrubbery and rain was heavy as I ducked past low hanging branches. The distant mooing of cows was peaceful along with the cool breeze and the gloomy sky. It had already rained once, but I knew it was going to rain again. It was some time in April, the wet season. The mud was like a stew and stuck to my shoes as I trudged through its sticky hands. Then something red peaked through the greenery of the mossy foliage as I reached the end of the thickets. A red rusted gate illuminated before me in the shade like a tall building; Too high for me to climb, since I was seven. One the other side of the red gate stood a small group of calves.
The calves stared at me apathetically, with their pitch black riveting eyes. I attempted to climb the red gate. The bars were huge and my little hands couldn’t wrap around any of them. My hands would slip on the wetness from the previous rain that coded the rusty bars like ice. I tried wrapping my arm around the bars, it worked, until I tried stepping on the gate, but I slipped. I saw the latch, but at the time I didn’t know how
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