Lurking

You would think the world was a safe place. I definately don't.

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You would think the world is a safe place. I defineately don't. Its full of murderers and burgelers and Voldemort wannabees. You grow up thinking a knight in shining armor will rescue you from dangers. I didn't grow up like that. I grew up with a bossy auntie not parents. You sleep on a bed. I sleep on a sofa with dodgy springs. I was out once with friends at midnight and someone mugged me, balaclava and all. That didn't make me scared. It made me stronger.

I was always wondering what went on at the woods. Aunt Jill said it was a sin to think about but I've seen pictures. Tall green trees with ivy hung on and moss green grass wit all sorts of creatures. I even drew a picture once of what I would like the world's woods to be. Aunt Jill just ripped it up and threw it in the bin, just like my parents lives. I never really knew what happened to them, all Aunt Jill said is that tey're up in heaven watching my every move. I have to say that's kind of creepy.

I was named after my mother - Louise Bold. Aunt Jill said I was the spitting image of her. Brown ringlets, chesnut eyes and freckles. I only ever saw one picture of her, holding baby me in her arms. I'm sixteen. Over the make-believe. Over the Prince Charmings. Over the protection.

 

I didn't go home from school today. I just ran to the woods out of town. I ran as if my life depended on it. It did. I climb high up into the highest tree with the greatest feeling I've ever experienced. I glanced to the floor. My mood changed instantly. A shadow was lurking beind a fallen tree trunk. I couldn't tell who or what it was. I just knew it was watching my every move with big green eyes to match the grass.

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