my story called Nixon

I walked up to the school yard that day and peered through the opening in the chainlink fence. The children danced and played while singing happen songs of childhood. Whistling and clapping hands in deliate as they giggled. There was only one child he gave a damn about and that was Nixon Mcharten. She was the only little girl with hair the color of fire on the playground. It was pulled back today in a tight ponytail that whipped at her face when she flew down the slide. Her bubblegum pink sundress and disney princess sandles clashed with the hair, but at such a young age it didn't matter. Her eyes were a dark shade of green that popped again the pale coloring of her skin, yes all he gave a damn about was Nixton. His hand shook violently as he grabbed at his head and his vison blurred until with a shakey hand he grabbed out his "medicine" or so he called it from his pocket and took it and looked once more through the fence,"Goodbye sweet Nixon." He whispered as he hurried back down the road tugging on his jacket.