Ok so i used to draw these comics about a girl who was easily distracted and a squirrel who constantly saved her life from a masked guy who wants to kill her. Now I suck really bad at drawing so these people and squirrel dont have mouths and neither did my art projects. (thats how i came up with the title) Im only writing these because TB said i dont have enough stuff on my movellas, so i decided to write the UNSPOKEN comics in journal entry form from Wanted's point of view.


7. Always watching

Authors note: If you caught this ahead of time you get a good job flick.

     As I was lying there I realized something. How could the cops know what I look like. I changed my eyes and my hair color, even Sparky didn't recognize me. Someone must have seeen me in the store. There were no security cameras ( I would know I checked) and I was completely alone. Wasn't I. Someone must have been in there saw me disguise myself and given the cops my location. I bet it was the same guy who planted the knife on the ground. I was seriously mad at him right now. The guard had his feet perched on top of his desk and was breathing loudly through his nose. Seriously who hired these people, they're all idiots. Then I took out my hammer and swung it hard against the lock with my good arm. It gave pretty quickly. I saw the guard twitch at the bang and I froze a second, but his eyes remained closed and the heavy breathes continued. I carefully opened the door and clapped my hands softly three times. Sparky came out from his hiding place behind the file cabinet and climbed onto my shoulder. He was well hidden behind my hair that was still bright orange. I grabbed my pack that was hidden behind the guard's desk. I was getting ready to leave when I saw something on the desk. There was a flyer on top of a minila folder, actually it wasn't a flyer it was a poster. There was a blurry picture of me on it, after I dyed my hair. Now I know I wasn't alone. It also had my name printed in big letters across the top, WANTED. Below it there was a total it said $1,000. I wondered what that meant. I saw the guard twitch again, so I just grabbed the poster and the file and jumped out the office window. It was only a second floor window, and I already learned how to brace myself for impact so I couldn't get hurt. This was a skill needed in case I ever fell out of a tree. I hit the ground and took off running towards the apartments. I thought really hard about what Behind where it all began meant. Then I remembered the house in the dream. It was my house, before they left me. I didn't remember where that was though. I was really tired, so I decided to hide in a nearby alley way. I set up my flimsy pillow, that was shoved carelessly in my pack, against the brick wall and told myself I was comfortable. Sparky climbed off my shoulder and snuggled beside me. Since I had a second I decided to take a closer look at the file. Inside was a picture of me the same one that was on the poster. It said I had a criminal record for practicing witchcraft. First of all, that was only considered a crime like 200 years ago, and second that's absolutely crazy. Not once in my life have I performed a spell or had a special power. These people are crazy in the head if they think I'm a witch. Below it there was a description, it said: Age: about 12, Height: about 4' 10",  Hair: long and orange, Eyes: dark. Well they obviously caught the right person. What interested me most was that on the side of the folder, on a stick-on label was Reitanna Deckol.

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