That morning, Butterfinger and I woke up to the sound of police alarms, and gun fires. Cops ran into the woods with dogs
barks and pointing out the way to me and Butterfinger.
" I just hope shes okay." I could her my mom say through all the trees, in a sarcastic voice.
Butterfinger and I ran for it. We found an old abandoned cottage that looked brand new, but it was old, and it smelled.
We put our bags down on a table, locked the door, turned on a flashlight, and walked around the house.
The house was nice, small, and the best part was that it had tons of food that seemed to go on forever and everytime we ate something it seemed to reappear the next day like nothing happened, and the best part about the whole house was that no one would ever find us here.
"This house will give us enough time to find my parents." I said to Butterfinger as we fell asleep.
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Clara
Teen FictionA 12 year old named clara has discovers a secret that her parents never told her. She runs away in hopes of finding what she wants. Her parents didn't know about this so they send a search party. Will she find what she wants, or will her parents fin...
