I Used to Think That Wind Could Blow Me Away

This is only a story. Monica is a 14 year old girl. She has a skinny body, long, thick flowing pink hair with bangs covering her forehead. She lived outside of a small town in Ireland. She always walks around the open plains, through mountains and the forest. She loved cloudy days, Today there was a windstorm. Monica, being the wind lover she is, put on her silk blouse, long silk scarf, her dress and her favorite large wide brimmed hat. As she strolled through the open field, the wind started getting stronger and stronger. She didn't want her hair to get in the way so she used a blue neck scarf to tie it back into a ponytail and tied the neck scarf into a bow. She held on to the brim of her hat as the wind raged on. Her dress was billowing and flying upwards. Luckily there was no one around to see it. Her long scarf and ponytail were flying around wildly. But she was still holding on to her hat. The wind kept getting stronger and stronger, and with a huge gust of wind, Monica's hat flew off. She was so startled, she shrieked. She was chasing after her hat, sprinting, but her hat was being blown higher and higher and higher and higher into the air and far away. Her hat flew high over trees, farms and houses but she still chased after it. Just as the wind was about to blow her hat even higher, the wind started to die down a bit. Her hat was slowly coming down with the large droopy brim billowing and acting as a sail. Finally, she got a hold of her hat. She struggled against the wind while walking home. Holding on tightly to her hat and scarf. When she got home, she fantasized about anime, boys, and flying. She was quite the day-dreamer. But her family came back and it was no longer her and the wind, but her family that constantly nagged and ridiculed her, but she didn't care. She had the time of her life and would never forget about it as long as she lives.