Chapter 1

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This book of mine will be in third person. Enjoy! :)

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Marie scurries through the forest like lightning as she is being chased by some sherifs, hungry for her to be captured. She carries her sack of apples and her black recurve bow, along with some arrows. It's a struggle to run with a five foot bow when you are only five feet and five inches, while leaves are leaving scratches on your face when you can't even see where you are going, just hoping to get out of the cops sight.

The petite girl stops in her tracks, and looks back to see that nobody is behind her. She sighs in relief, but when she hears a crunching noise of leaves, she turns around only to find a police officer in front of her, immediately bringing her hands behind her back in a twisting motion. She groans in pain, but then allows him to hand cuff her. If she were to move it would have hurt even more. The cuffs cut into her skin and she almost cries in pain, also because she doesn't know what's going to happen to her once she is arrested. What will happen to Jessica, her sister? How will she survive. She is the only family Marie has left.

Blonde hair still in a French braid going down her back, she swipes her side bangs to the side of her forehead, pushing them out of her eyes.

"What are you doing back there?" The blonde officer calls back to her, blue eyes flickering with concern.

"I'm just fixing my hair," she snaps back.

The young man stays silent, putting his eyes back on the road. The girl sweats with nervousness as theories play through her mind of what will happen.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asks frantically.

"Depends. We don't know yet."

She looks out the window and shuts her eyes, hoping that if she opened them it would all just be a dream. No, scratch that, nightmare.

"Give me some information about yourself," he commands.

"First of all, can you be a little more polite to me? Second, what do you need to know."

"Fine," he gives in,"Please tell me some information. For example, how old are you? What's your full name? Family? Where do you live?"

The many questions run through her head while she thinks of her answers.

"I'm seventeen," she begins,"My full name is Marie Anne Evans."

She stops for a moment to worry about her sister again, and mourns over her dead parents.

"Continue," he instructs.

"I have a sister. Her name is Jessica," she mumbles quietly.

"What about your parents?"

She looks up for a minute, with the officer looking her in the eyes through the review mirror.

"They died in a car crash a year ago," she says in a monotone voice. It goes silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I'm also sorry I asked but it is my job," he chuckles. However, Marie doesn't see the humor in it.

"You didn't tell me where you live yet."

"I don't know the address exactly, but I know it's in a quiet part of Charlotte. It's just a old building that's not being used anymore," she scrunches up a little into herself, embarrassed to say it out loud.

"You're in poverty, I'm guessing?"

"Yes. A year after my parents died. My sister got fired and she found a new job, but doesn't get paid a lot."

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