With the sun casting a constant warm shine overhead, there was no doubt that swamp park wasn't a place to be found out. Not a single cloud was visible, and the air was clear, with an embracing comfortable temperature. Perfect for a day of nothing but lazy sefless activities.

Miss Alanna was found residing in her favorite old swing on the kid's play ground. It was comfortable, and fortunately enough her big ol' butt still managed to squeeze in on either side. There was no doubt she'd recieve the occasional odd stare from parents or new kids who didn't recognize her face. But at that moment in time, Alanna carried not a single care in the world.

One small hand rested on each metal chain on either side of her, holding herself up. A faint little smile played gently against her lip glossed lips. Head tilted slightly, Alanna could feel a yawn in the distance, while her flip flop-less feet dragged the little painted toes in the inch depth of sand she managed to reach. Long dark hair tumbled down her backside, not exactly appealing looking, but deffinately comfortable.

It wasn't a suprise when Alanna would see a familiar face or two at the park as well. It was no secret place; many others shared the love for the old park. But in the meantime, while waiting for someone or anyone to arrive Alanna kept it simple and silent, simply enjoying the company of the sound the chains made with each small swing.