Whisked away

Escape

My hand gripped around the pocket knifes leather handle trying not to breathe. Did they already know I was there? I couldn't help but wonder how I was going to get back to America, back home.

I was leaning on a truck that had been tipped over on a highway in the Middle East part of Asia.

SLOW YOUR HEART RATE!! I demanded and groaned when I heard the locking of a gun. Can't they ever make it a fair fight?

I looked around the abandoned streets for a hiding spot carefully scanning all the fallen trees and tipped over cars. I gave up knowing they would sense me behind the truck so I quickly burrowed into the cranny between the truck and the cab. My stomach twisted with anxiety as I remembered I was still exposed.

I peeked over the edge of the truck making sure he had left to look for traitors in a different part of the ruins of the city. Be careful. I slowly stood not wanting to make any noise as I pulled myself away from my stupid hiding place.

He's gone. I hesitantly reminded myself turning around to make sure. The coast was clear.

I ran towards the other end of the highway desperate for the shade of the trees.

I jumped over metal, tree branches and cars not wanting to make a peep. I had to get back home.

The orphaninch wasn't getting me back this time. I couldn't spend all my time sitting on a springy bed with nothing but my pocket knife and the clothes on my back to keep me company. I'd stay there forever because as soon as a family found out I was American I was shunned and sent to the corner for having a family "run off" because I wasn't good enough.

I reached the shade of the trees and let them engulf me as they kissed away all the sun on my face.

I jumped the rim of the highway into the forest and stumbled towards a tiny stream, only to trip on an outstretched root. The noise broke the ice thin silence that had stretched through time ever since I ran away. My heart skipped. Had any one heard?

The wound stung and I knew it ripped skin. I was hesitant to look down afraid it had infection on the horizon but forced myself anyways. It left a small gash mark that drizzled like a rain fall of blood slithering down my leg. I would have to deal with this later. I forced my myself off the ground cringing at the effort.

I heard a twig snap and was instantly alert an holding my pocket knife I front of me.

"Hello?" I muttered subconsciously.

"Umm. Hi?" A quiet feminine voice responded.

"American, or aslair?" I hissed out the word aslair and spit like trying to get its taste out of my mouth.

The alsiar are the enemy.(sorry for any one that's from asia.. And I know it's Asian but alsiar seems cooler... Plus it's in the future and things change)

"American." The voice uttered cautiously.

I dropped my hands to my side. Another American? Really? "Where are you?" I said looking around for any sign of the voice.

"Up." I heard the voice slowly say, carefully, like it was hiding something.

I looked up expecting to be ambushed and killed but, instead saw a lovely girl maybe a year younger than me. (14)

She had perfectly smooth brown hair pulled up behind her head with a few strands hanging down into her deep set hazel eyes. She had kisses of god sprinkled across her cheeks in patterns that matched her eyes and lit her expression on fire.

She was obviously skeptical.

"I'm American too." I said feeling self conscious because I hadn't brushed my hair in days. I quickly flipped it out of my eyes in an attempt to get her to notice my eyes to. "Can you come down?" I whispered smiling that I had finally found another lovely American.

Maybe we can go home together.

Can't a teenager dream?