InTooDeep

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Hey there witty girls ,

I am currently writing a story called "In Too Deep."
& I was looking for a smaller town that the story could take place in.
Kind of like, Rosewood in Pretty Little Liars. Or Forks in Twilight.
The requirements for the town:
not very well known.
smallish (like about 5,000 people)
very pretty/scenic.
have forests & mountains.
preferably in the USA.
Pictures would help a lot!
Just comment with a link or a town or something please!

it would mean the world to me!!
I will follow anyone who helps :D
will give special credit to the winner of this (:


 


In Too Deep


C h a p t e r Two

"Oh why hello there girls, " Charles Taylor, a twenty year old man, said as he opened the door to find three teenage girls on his doorstep.
"Hi, Mr. Taylor. I'm Kristina Scheckles, and these are my friends, Tori White and Somer Riley. We..." She paused. "...were friends of Declan Peterson."
"Ah, that poor boy. Such a shame he passed away at such a young age." He smiled sympathetically at the girls. "Now, how may I help you? And please call me Charlie."
"Well, Declan's kind of the reason we're here..." Somer started uncertainly.
"Oh. Then, come in girls. Sit down on the couch."
Once they walked in and got settled, Tori started talking. "We want to know what you saw the night Declan..." She gulped then said slowly, "...died."
"Girls, all I know is what I told the police."
"Tell us EVERYTHING about that night."
"Okay, I was walking through the forest, for my exercise. And-"
Somer cut him off. "Why so late at night?"
"I couldn't sleep," Charlie said quickly. "Now, back to my story, I came across Declan. He was just lying on the forest floor, bleeding from a deep cut on his face. His hair was sticking to his face from a mixture of sweat and blood. He looked defeated, and on the verge of death. I asked him who did this to him, and various other questions I can't remember. But, all he said was 'I knew too much'. I have no clue what he meant by that, but then he um, passed away before I could ask. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you much girls."
"Oh it's okay. Thanks a lot though." Kristina said, smiling, as they got up to leave.
Once outside, Kristina turned to her friends. "So what do you think?"
"I don't know. My mind is swirling with thoughts. I need some time to think." Somer said.
"Same. So see you two tomorrow?" Tori asked, already pedaling away.
"Yes!" her friends called out, heading back home. Kristina got home, ate dinner, and went straight to sleep. She couldn't think about Declan then, or she would stay up all night long.
In the morning, she sat in the kitchen, eating a poptart, and ignoring her obnoxious younger brother, Kyle.
Her mother walked into the room, and said to Kristina, "Oh, Kris, that man you saw yesterday? Charles Taylor? He passed away last night."


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In Too Deep

C h a p t e r O n e

"Declan Peterson, age seventeen, was found in the middle of a nearby forest
 by a local hiker, Charles Taylor. The boy was bleeding from a deep wound on his
forehead, and passed away minutes after being found. It is still unknown how
he got the wound or why he was in the forest. His funeral will be held Wednesday
night at the town's funeral home." John Scheckles read aloud from the newspaper.
He eyed his daughter, Kristina, who sat across from him at the kitchen table. "Aren't
you friends with Declan?" he asked.
"I was." She said shortly, not inviting conversation about such a sensitive topic.
"Such a shame he died so young."
Kristina stood up abruptly. "Can we not talk about this? Kay, thanks." She walked out
of the house, letting the door slam behind her, as she turned on her cell phone. Three
new messages were waiting, all from one of her best friends, Somer.
The first one said: OMG! Did you hear?!
The second one:This is awful! 
And the last one: Come over ASAP! Tori's a mess!
Kristina quickly texted her saying, "I'm on my way," then jumped on her bike and started
pedaling to Somer's house.
Kristina hopped off her bike, said hello to Mrs. Riley, then ran into her best friend's house, and
up the stairs.
"I'm here!" she called, running into the bedroom.
"Hey," Somer greeted her. Tori remained silent, gazing out the window with eyes red from crying.
"Tori, you okay?" Kristina asked, even though she knew the answer was no.
Tori shook her head and turned to look at her friends. "I just don't get why anyone would want to
kill Declan." She looked out the window again, thinking about her unrequited love for Declan.
"We don't know that someone killed him." Somer answered, trying to be logical.
"Well, it's not like he fell and hit a rock. He's not clumsy at all."
"Well, that's true..."
And Tori was right. Why would anyone want to kill Declan? He was one of the nicest, friendliest
boys in town. He was always polite to adults, and he never had any enemies. His death was a
mystery to everyone.
"I want to figure all this out." Kristina stated.
"Yeah, same. We should talk to that hiker guy. Um, Charles Taylor, right?" Somer guessed.
"Yeah. That's him."
"Hm..." Somer left the room for a second and came back with a large yellow phone book.
"Charles Taylor. Charles Taylor...Aha! I found him!"
"1473 Woodrow Way," Kristina read aloud.
"That's just down the street!" Tori said.
"What are you waiting for guys? Let's go!"
The girls scrambled down the stairs, jumped on their bikes, and started pedaling to Charles
Taylor's house, determined to find some answers.


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   P r o l o u g e

The boy kept running, running as fast as he could, trying to get away from
them. But it was no use. They were stronger than him, more powerful than
him. He had no chance. The boy looked behind him just as a dark, practically
menacing,figure came out of the shadows. The figure jumped in the boy's 

path and with one swift move, he made a large deep cut in the boy's skin.
The boy screamed out in pain, and fell down to the ground. The shadowy
figure left him there, since his work there was done. Blood gushed out of 
the wound on the boy's face. Around 10 minutes later, a hiker traveling 
through the woods found the boy. With all the energy the boy had left,
he told the hiker, "I knew too much." Then, death claimed him for his own.