The castle was silent in many ways. The wind blew the dead tree braches to knock off the dead leaves to the brown grass. Two twin windows were wide open; sitting on the ledge was a young teenage girl. She looked to be around 17 years of age. Her eyes looked at the area around her and her hair seemed to get in the way of the view. Grabbing a sting of purple ribbon, the girl put her hair in a braid and tied it up. "It's so quiet without the others around," she said sighing and playing with her white dress, "I wonder when they are coming home." Sensing that a storm was coming, the girl soon got up and closed the window. The castle was huge with three or more stories, with bedchambers on every corner. The walls were covered with a cream or a very faded purple. The front door was huge and made of iron, so when people knocked, it seemed to echo through the castle.
Oh my name you might ask my apology. My name Chrissa, but my family members like to call me Chr