Under Blue Moon

Last week, I completely lost my composure.

Everything drove me nuts. I’ve been traumatized. I was feeling better but still on the process of recovery.

I don’t think it is normal for 15-year-old kids to see men in suits killing your foster parents. Indeed, I have witness the death of my foster parents who had fostered me for two years. And in that short length of years they have sheltered and loved me like their own child, it’ll matter to me ‘till I’ll grow old. I felt so protected and secured with their company until that night happened.

Those men were now after me.

A guy in mid 20s named, Peter was assigned by the Canadian or American authority to look after me. This case has to do something with both of the countries. Peter was a fresh intern at the FBI and he was tasked to look after me because the responsible for all of this was his father.

By the way, my name is Alice, Alice Daley. And I’m fifteen years old with dark eyes and shoulder-length raven hair. Whatever.

So Peter has to send me away from any too much public exposures where those guys could found me. Those men were after me because as I know, my foster parents’ fortunes were to be inherited only by me at the right age.

Peter, I and the government troop was on road trip from Hanna Alberta, Canada to a tiny, isolated town near Colorado, USA. Where they have to keep me like a prisoner. Kidding.

We arrived after few days. I stayed at a broke down motel there. The town was too silent and peaceful that I can almost hear my heart beating.