Trees

Rian and Jenn are sent into a crazy, exciting, world of happy morals and sad endings. And with the help of Bea, a lonely spirit, they ask questions deeper than the Atlantic Ocean. Will the teenagers find their answers?

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1. Prologue

Chicago, 1436

BEA'S POV

"BEATRICE CAMDEN-HOYLLS! GET HERE RIGHT NOW!" Called Jonathan Hoylls, the worst rich man ever to serve.

"yes sir?" I asked. I was nervous. One wrong move and I would surely be dead.

"what is this?!" Yelled Jonathan.

"what do you mean, sir?"

"are you says sing me?"

"no, sir"

"this stain! On the table! How dare you leave such a thing on my work desk?"

"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

"that's it!" Screamed Jonathan. "You, Beatrice, are going to the basement! No supper tonight, no breakfast tomorrow and no lunch either!" All I would get was a measly piece of bread, barely enough to appeal to a flea, let alone a nineteen year old girl. I was sick of being treated like a mess that Dinah the dog would leave on the ivory rug. I got up and yelled at the top of my lungs.

"IM SICK OF IT! IM LEAVING!"

I grabbed my things (which was only a hairbrush and an extra pair of shoes) and stormed out, leaving Jonathan stunned. I ran to the nearest park, sitting on a tree branch. It was getting late, barely anyone was outside, plus it was raining. I heard tree leaves rustling, footsteps getting closer, an old hoarse voice calling my name...

"Beatrice..."

i sharply turned my head around, seeing a large pair of autumn brown eyes, hair ginger, like October had sprung to life.

"hello pretty Beatrice..." Creaked the old crone.

"hello, how do you know my name?"

"I know a lot about potential spirits."

"what do you mean spirits?"

"here, I'll tell you. Come closer, pretty girl..." She grabbed my head, pulling me to the ground, dragging me to an old oak tree, leaves green, like my eyes, bark darker than my dirty, stringy hair...

"YOU WILL STAY HERE, TAKE MY PLACE!" Screamed the old woman. I screamed as loud as I can, feeling the branches wrap around my olive skin. The last thing I saw was the old building site...

 

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