Eternal

Chapter 1:Path to My Freedom

so my chickens this is where stuff starts to happen so don't give up on me yet.

follow the external links if you want to find about what her outfit is and remember to comment and take care of the planet.

and the external link from before is also viser versa, this one is also for the prologe

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Chapter one

SHOUT OUT TO ROSE!!!!!!!!

love you lots

The Path to My Freedom

His face was in absolute shock

And I was amused that such a monster of a man could possibly let a little (not so little just skinny) girl get a hit at his beautiful face.

He had blood dripping from his nose and was smeared across his face as he wiped a majority of it away with the back of his hand, which was quite large compared to my long elegant ones. His hair was dark brown, almost black and was very shiny, making me want to run my hands through it.

That was just unacceptable; I couldn’t let myself think like that in such a situation.

No, he was just a natural wonder of the world.

 And I would have to deal with that.

 BUT NOT RIGHT.

 I commanded myself. I thought I was in my game when I decided to make a change a hit the recovering guy.

Oh he was recovered fully and was just staring at me, watching me watching him in the sunset light that seemed to surround him. God he really was the best looking guy in the whole freaking world.

NOCK YOUR SELF OUT OF IT!

As he stared at me. My mind came too.

Finally!

My next move would by very risky, i saw the hollow in the fallen tree, the moss covering the whole thing, every inch of it was ether green or covered by fallen leaves and various creepy crawlies.

The tree was very long and connected to another tree that lad low branches. I could climb trees very well, it was part of the nightly proses that brought me to where I was captured again.

Suddenly, almost in slow motion I lunged for the slim hollow, knowing that the large man wouldn’t be able to fit inside it without getting stuck. As I got inside he grabbed hold of me trying to pull me out.

“Get away from my you creep!” I screamed at the top of my lungs

He froze at the sound of my voice” Lauren Shakespeare stop “his tone was almost pleading, for some reason but mostly commanding and in atemp to be dominant of my quick moves and even quicker thoughts. This only made me struggle more.

No one knew my real name.

Back at home, a few years ago every one new me as Lauren Shakers. My family, the direct descendants of Shakespeare always kept it secret that he was our ancestor. We didn’t want any T.V. producers coming over to our house trying to sign us up to do a reality show that would involve me getting a tattoo and a fake boyfriend. All of my friends made jokes about how I could be the new Shakespeare because of my love for plays and writing and poetry, and my name.

Little did they know, that was exactly what I intended to happen. I wanted to be known for my writing and I wanted for everyone to know my writing because of its quality, not because of my several greats grandfather.