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.