I met a girl called Summer.She shone as bright as the sun and her hair glowed in the moonlight. She wore a bright orange leather shirt, not even a criminal could sneak towards her purse. She was a detective. She solved lots of cases but some of them led to where she hated, the basement.

I met a boy of Winter. His skin pale as snow, he wandered with the cold air not knowing where to go. He followed anyone he could see, the person shivering in front. He whisperers a little song, the wind joining in, but one things for sure he doesn’t like to sing.

I met a girl called Autumn. She loved to sing with the wind and sway with the trees. Her long hair brushing against the leaves and her eyes were as dark as the night sky. She had the face of a cheetah, her expression intimidated all people.