The voice and Sage walked about 5 miles before stopping for a drink. "Hey... can you tell me your name please?" Sage asking scared that the knife will come back out. "Fern" Fern says as she sharpens her knife against a rock. "We should get going if we want to get back to camp by sundown we have to leave now" Charity said as she was heading toward a field. "Ok..." Sage agreed and followed.
2 HOURS LATER
The un hasn't gone down yet. Sage looked around the area. Out of no where a boy walks past Sage and smacks her ass. Sage found a note in her back pocket. It says "Meet me at the spot at 9." "Hey Fern.... where is the spot?" Sage asked concerning "About 1 mile north why?" Fern asked smirking. "I found this in my back pocket." Sage said handing the note to Fern. Fern read it quickly. "Have fun...." Fern said as she darted off in the opposite direction.
Hey guys this is Sage and I know I haven't been able to write anymore recently im sorry but I am going to try and get one out every day and in this point in the story it is going to go into the different point of views. THANKS
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We Must Run
AléatoireThis is the only story that will involve A LOT of cursing so if u are not aloud to see curing please don't read this book enjoy Fern - Fern960 Sage- Me Ava- @haileyred4 Blake- Fern960 BF Jackson- Fern960 Bro Zane- ????
