Girl.

She was in her favorite state of barefootedness, and her toes tapped in time with the music in her head. With her head cocked to the left, she looked as though she was deep in thought. She blew a large Bubble Yum bubble, letting it burst over her entire button nose. As she peeled it off, her freshly-bitten fingernails scraped and scratched against her skin. She went right back to chewing and began to hop on one bare foot, her curly strawberry blonde hair bouncing to an unknown beat, flopping into her wide blue-grey eyes. She then began the first of five cartwheels, not embarrassed by how much of her wiry torso was being shown off when her gray t-shirt slid. At the end of five, she fell, smacking the grass with both hands. Her legs, which seemed to be too long for her jeans, were stretched out towards the weeping willow at the opposite end of the park. She flexed her feet, pointing her toes towards the tree, then towards the single cloud in the bright blue sky, back and forth, again and again, never stopping, never tiring.