• It was a cold December day and the crimes among the streets continued non-stop.Little Dakota bear lay in her bed dreaming of a world where there was no crimes only butterflies,no death or pain.Flowers crowded over the land.She knew one day it would all come true.One day.

    The clock struck 7 and Dakota got up in a flash.It was a weekend which ment no school.Dakota was 7 and extremly smart for her age.She's in the 3rd grade,and knows all her multiplacation and division.Though she got picked on by jealous bullys who got F stamped on their report card every month.She pulled her warm green jacket on and ran outside.Her friends Kayla and Brad met her outside.Dakota's long red hair swayed in the wind.Her blue eye's stared at the clouds above.A long beautiful smile grew across her freckled covered face.