the blackness
why is it so quiet? why can't i move? and why is it so dark? i try to recall where i am, but i cannot remember. blackness surrounds me.
i hear a familiar voice that makes my heart flutter like a thousand butterflies. it is the voice of my friend, maddy. she visits her grandparents here on the gulf of mexico every summer. she usually brings me crumbs, but today, i cannot smell anything except the sour smell of oil.
her voice sounds worried, different from the usual cheerful greeting that she calls me with every day at dusk. i try to turn towards her, but i can't move very well. my feet feel mired as if in quicksand.
i hear her come closer. her words me understand that something has happened to my home.
"oh, grandma! what is all this? they are all covered in it! it's black. ugh! the smell is so strong i can't stand it." maddy's tears stream down her face, mingling with mine. i hear her crying, but all is dark, like a moonless night. where is the smiling sun? i try to stretch out to feel the warmth, but my wings do not respond.
dazed, i call out to my friends hoping they will find me in the blackness, but everything is so still. i hear nothing, except for maddy's desperation. her sobs, uncontrollable.
"go get some towels, maddy. run! " her grandma tells her, a quiet urgency in her voice.
"hey little one," grandma coos as she bends over me. i can feel her breath on my head. "we've got you and you are going to do all we can for you." all they can? i hear maddy's hurried footsteps and feel the towel's softness enveloping me as she picks me up in her arms. she is gentle, her sobs quieting as she takes me to her home, seemingly miles and miles from my nest along the shoreline.

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plzzz make this sound sophisticated, and like an 8th grader!