She gathered her courage, clenched her fists tightly, and rolled down the grassy hill to the field of flowers below. She looked at her white skirt decorated with little red flowers. It was now adorned with brand new, bright green streaks. Her blouse was wrinkled and dirty, too. She brushed of what she could, then ran back up the hill again. When she was tired of playing, she sat in the field and picked flowers. First she tried to make a bracelet with some pretty purple flowers she found, but she couldn't get them to stay together, and quickly abandoned the task. Next she chased a yellow butterfly around the field, before losing sight of it. A while later, after picking an entire array of blossoms, her mother called her inside. As she dashed to the door, her blouse came untucked, but she took no notice. She thrust the roughly made bouquet at her mother, grinning widely. Her mother accepted the gift, then shook her head, seeing her daughter's disheveled outfit. As she guided the child in, she lightly admonished her for ruining the skirt and getting leaves all in her hair.
I don't really know how to end this but it's something at least. I'm going to try to actually write something at least once a week, even though it took forever to even make one post.