The Things I Wish For

Caught-part I

The night was black as I ran down the narrow street that used to be part of the sprawling city of Seattle. Now it was in rubble. I looked up at the sky; half hoping it would get covered with a carpet of clouds. Nothing. The sky still was dark; dotted with tiny stars twinkling coldly as if they were laughing at my defeat.  I looked back. They were still there. I tried to go faster but I knew I was slowing down. My only hope was to confuse them, lose them in the constant maze of the streets allies and high ways. I slowed down even more. My breath came out in short pants; I knew they would catch me and then it would all have been for nothing.

As I began to admit defeat my second wind hit me like a blow to my stomach. I ran; strength restored until the guards chasing me were just tiny black dots. I veered over down a narrow cobblestone street, if you could even call it that, and ducked down another turn. I hung rights and lefts until even I was lost. Then I slipped down a dark ally. That was when I realized my mistake. I was in their camp.

I used to be normal. I had friends and enemies. People knew me. I was the girl who was there half the time and the other half on a trip or ditching. I was just me; Arella. My hair was corn silk, my eyes glittering emeralds.  I did the normal stuff for a girl. I shopped I gossiped and I told all my secrets to a girl named Altaria Frost; a dark haired girl with large ocean eyes and a small smile. Her name wasn’t really Altaria but she chose to be called it. Her legal name was Alice. She was a fast swimmer. And I mean really fast. She also ice-skated water-skied and did professional diving. My other BFF was a girl named Star Dust. She was the fastest runner in the class and we always joked that she left us in her stardust. She had chocolaty brown hair   that was down to her waist, and sparkling hazel eyes that almost always were glowing with pride.

 I always felt a little out around them. All I did was soccer and gymnastics. Then one day they just disappeared. I was touring Italy for a month and when I came back they were gone. Their families left the houses were empty and soon everyone forgot about them. Everyone except me that is.  Then I found out who my new neighbors were going to be. It was a newly married couple. They had a son named Joey. He had blond hair and blue eyes. The day I met him changed my life. And started a revolution.

yup, reposting this. it's edited and i'm working on part two. the ittalics are memories, normal is story.