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Chasing Butterflies — Description

"I am just a girl chasing her dreams and having an amazing adventure." - Madeline Stuart
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Leon was a teenage boy. When his parents decided to attend a party hosted by some coworkers he agreed to come along. He never expected it to be exciting but the so-called party was just a bunch of adults standing around talking about business and trivial matters. None of it interested him.
Noticing someone left the door open, Leon left the house and went outside. On the driveway was a little girl with a butterfly net that she was casually swinging around. More butterfly nets were on the ground beside her.
"What are you doing?" asked Leon.
"I'm collecting butterflies," the little girl replied.
"Can I help?" inquired Leon.
"Sure!" said the little girl.
Leon picked up a net and started looking around for butterflies. He did not expect to catch any but it was still more exciting than what was going on inside. The little girl reminded him of himself when he was a child. In the distance, he spotted a butterfly flying into the backyard. He quickly pursued it.
When Leon reached the backyard there were more butterflies. He began chasing those as well. This lead to more butterflies ... and more ... and MORE! It seemed like there were so many butterflies he was bound to catch some just by swinging the net around randomly, yet when he did exactly that his net remained empty.
The butterflies flew into a large meadow. The little girl was already there running after them. He ran too. The flowers in the meadow brushed up against his dress. He did not remember putting on a dress. It did not seem right for chasing butterflies. Then he remembered he came because of a party hosted by adults. Shrugging it off he continued.
As Leon ran to where the little girl was, he noticed how similar they appeared to be. Both of them had long blond hair and were wearing a white outfits consisting of shoes, tights, dress, and hat. He did not remember putting on a hat but it was there. He must have forgotten.
The little girl looked like a younger version of him. He never asked her name. Then she knew it was Lyra. That was her name too. It was quite a coincidence.
Both of them continued chasing butterflies. Lyra felt her dress blowing in the wind. A flock of butterflies flew right past them. She could feel every part of her body as they brushed up against her. Her breasts were quite sensitive, her hair was long and flowing, and her tights rubbed up against her legs.
Just when Lyra thought catching a butterfly was hopeless, she saw one gently resting on a flower. With a quick swing of the net she caught it. The little girl caught one of her own in the same manor a few seconds later. As she looked at her, she realized they had many differences as well as similarities. They did not look as much alike as she first thought. She still thought it was neat they had the same name though.
They took their butterflies and placed them in their respective jar. Lyra, the older Lyra, was not quite sure what she wanted to do with hers. She would probably just release it but first she would take it inside and show the adults what they had found.