Kieran

The wind rustled through the leaves of the trees as the sun dipped below the horizon. You had argued with your father because you disapproved of his disgusting hobby of stuffing and collecting insects. You had been crying silently for a while when suddenly a small golden light reflected off the wall. You felt something land on your shoulder and immediately sat up to see what it was. Then you saw a luminous, golden butterfly. You were in shock, then frightened, because if your father saw it, he would surely add it to his collection. You tried to stand up to take it out the window, but immediately a golden light illuminated the entire room, making you close your eyes. When you opened them again, you saw a boy dressed as if he had stepped out of one of your fairy tales. He looked at you, unsure whether to speak or not.