Saturday, 13 November 2010
02:27:54 AM (GMT)
Before I start this story, I would like to note I may or may not continue this. One,
from not logging one. Two, from my dad needing the computer. Three, from laziness.
Four, from not wanting too. And five, from A LOT of hate.
Its a short first chapter by the way.
"MY STRAWBERRIES" my mother exclaimed as I saw a boy go through the kitchen,
and out the front door. All I could see was a blur. Moms yelling told me enough
though. I ran out the front door and was after the boy. It didn't take long for me to
lose him as we lived on the mountains, in the forest.'Why would a boy steal
strawberries?' I thought. That's when I thought something else,"OH CRUD, school!!!."
I started to run back when something brushed past my leg. I shivered as it touched me
and looked back. Nothing. All I saw was the trees starting to brown and leaves on the
floor. Then, I started to run back home.
Last edited: 13 November 2010