The one. Chapter one. Part one.
I ran from the sane one, and gasped as I really thought about what was supposed to happen today. Today was the day I would grow to be one of them; unless I ran. Natives were running ubiquitously, screaming in panic. I caught a glimpse of my kin. I saw my Mother, sitting with Anna in her lap; my two year old sister. There adjacent to them, sat my Dad, Charles. I saw him kiss my mother’s head sympathetically on the forehead, whispered something in her ear, and then lay lifeless across the soil.
I felt like I was about to conk out without delay, but then I heard my Mom yell to me, “Logan! Come get your sister. Y'all scurry as expeditious as y'all can, and make it out of here in time!” I ran up to my modest sister, seized her out of my Moms hands and whispered, “Bye Mommy.” With that, Anna and I ran. We got out of there as fast as we could. I kept my head held up, soaring. I had to be the superior sister here and take superfluous heed for Anna. I picked up Anna, and she climbed on my back.
Now, Anna and I certainly didn’t live very well over the past few months we were together, alone. I am not real sure where my Mom is; if she is animate. I know for a fact my Dad is…gone. But I still make sure to keep my head held up, be apt to my sisters every need, and take care of my own self.
It was the dead of night, and we still hadn’t eaten. Anna was howling, and I was close to moaning myself. We walked a diminutive way and came to a big abode. Currently, I knew I shouldn’t have gone through those stone, bitter gates, but it looked so…mind-boggling. Anna looked at me with wide-eyes and giggled. A big golden retriever ran our way, and I picked Anna up. What was she doing just standing there?
Anna jumped out of my arms, and reached for the dog. It stuck his tongue out and wagged its tail. Well…it seemed kind of friendly. I reached down to pet him, and he backed away. Did I smell of cats or something? Just then, a young boy, probably around the ages of 18 to 20 stepped through the doors. As I looked at him my jaw dropped. He was honestly, very handsome.
His face was angled very descriptively. You look at his eyes and read his whole life story. He looked sorrowful. Pain filled his eyes as he saw my little sister. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
I looked at him again and saw a tar escape his eyes. He ran up to me and gave me a hug. I pulled away and shook my head ‘no’. What was he doing?
“Hello. My name is Logan Jay willable. I am 16 years old. What is your name?” I asked him slowly.
He smiled eagerly, and said “Hello! My name is James Falls! I am 20 years old!” he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I saw his hands were a pale white. I looked but up to his face, kindly smiled, and shook his hand. His eyes were a pale blue, making me shiver. His lips were full, and his face was pale.
Seeing something so beautiful was so intimidating. He looked at my waist, and gasped.
“My word, you girls; you need some food soon!” he said cheerfully. I nodded quickly. Maybe we would get along good.
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