I was already drifting to sleep when I heard a rustle in the leaves. I sat up quick but regretted it when I remembered the small shack I was in was most likely made for a dog, not a fifteen year old girl who was five foot three.
I heard another noise. This time I started to panic. What if dad really was murdered and his killer is still out here? I fished around in my backpack and found a flashlight. I shined it
Around outside.
"Who's there?" I said with as much courage I could muster.
Finally I focused my light on a male figure standing about ten feet away from me. He raised his hand to block the light I was shining in his eyes.
"Grace," he sighed in a husky voice that seemed so familiar. "Go back home."
"Who are you? How do you..." He put his hand down from his face, "Dad?"
Then he was gone, leaving me in awe. I didn't even bother grabbing my bag.I sprinted as fast as I could in the direction of my house and I didn't look back.
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Runaway
Short StoryI don't know what to write for a description. I have never written anything and shared it but this was my first one. Can someone give me their honest opinion on if I should write more stories or stop now? I know there might be a lot of grammar mista...
