Two-Faced

Tallie has always been normal. Just a girl at school living with her mum.
But that's all changing now.
After her mother was murdered, and the murderer never charged, she took matters of law into her own young hands. But it all went wrong. She's got to escape before everyone realises the crime she's commited. Living in a hut on a deserted moorland is her only option. Until David arrives.
He can help her; he's a police man, the only one on her side. Soon Tallie is deeply in love with David, but is he all he says to be? Or is he in fact the very man she is running from?

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11. Camp

Finally, I see the last wiggle in the river. My suitcase has dried out, and I feel comfortable. The lining of my coat has at least warmed up a bit, making the wind almost bearable. I have actually completed my journey, I am actually ready to set up my camp, my life.

Just before I start though, I stretch out and take in the view. In the background, distant as the clouds, I see endless hills, green and brown, swallowing up any other features of the land. The sky balances on top of them, blue-grey in the sharp sunlight. The river curls away, the water just a faint swooshing in my ears, and I realise that this is it. Space.

I chuck my rucksack down, and hear the chink of the money that was in my jeans pocket. I'm surprised it survived the fall I had from the bank. Undoing a zip is not easy when you have cold fingers, but I have freezing fingers, so it is a major challenge. I manage it though, and the bag soon sits open, the contents smiling up at me.

My tent, the stove (which is wet, but will soon dry out), the matches, they're all here in the bag. I yank out the tent, which, after a shake, is just slightly damp. Now for the tricky bit; setting it up.

The tent blows in the now quite strong wind, but after a struggle, I have finally got it pegged down and standing alone. It is so cold now, everywhere I touch is numb, even the places covered up. I drag my suitcase into the tent, and plonk my rucksack down next to it. My legs sigh, my back stretches, my head clears. It's all over, all the stress is gone. I can live here, washing in the river, cooking on the stove. I'll have to go to the village to buy food, but if I'm cautious, I can make it last far longer than I normally would, so I can avoid regular trips.

It might actually work. It will actually work. I will make it work.

But I'm so tired, I'm going to have to sleep before I do anything else...

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