Hunt and Hunted

Introduction

        My name is Avalon Green. My sister's Name is Rose Green. And my moms name is Amanda Green. My father is dead. He died in the last big war that we had. I live in a dangerous place with a lot of wars. We are always fighting against the government. I know we may have a lot of my wars but the one that my dad died in was one of the biggest wars known to man.

        I have brown hair that is down do my waist in curly layers. My eyes are brown. I easily get distracted. When someone asks me a question, I might black out and not udnerstand what's going on. Other times I loose interest in conversations and just let my mind go elsewhere. I'm seventeen years old.

        My sister has blond hair that falls a couple inches past her shoulders in pin-straight layers. She has has crystal blue eyes that glisten even when it's pitch black. She is very smart. Rose is also very kind and wouldn't hurt a fly. I love her to death. She reminds me so much of my father. He also had blond hair and blue eyes. He was kind and smart. He's where I get my knowledge of snares from. 

        My mother has black hair that is always in a ponytail. She always tries her best to keep us alive, to clean our wounds, to hold us tight when we have nightmares. I'm the one that gets the food though. I set snares up in the woods and around our house. My mom has grey eyes. She is kind but restless. She wont sleep unless everyone is fine and everything is done. Which mean she is usually tired. We let her sleep when she wants to. We know she not only deserves it, but needs it more than we do.

        Everyone questions me though. I don't look like neither my father nor my mother. But some people still continue to ask about my father. I always answer them with the same reply, "He died in a war." Atleast it's the truth. We have wars a lot we are going through one right now. This isn't the most bloody, but it's still dangerous. We are usually in the house. We are getting hungry. I can barely get out to go set up snares, let alone check them. It's hard. We were usually hungry. I've been thinking about the idea of fleeing, but it seems like only a sweet dream. 

        We'd have to go the woods, build camp, and move very often until we got to another village that was safer than ours. It'd take a lot of effort but we just might make it. I was planning on it. But I have never told my sister or mother about my thoughts of fleeing. They might object. Thinking that one of us would end up like my father. I would wait until neither of them could object and we'd have to go right away. I might want to start get things together now. 

        My mom wants me to find a guy. Like someone that I could marry. Considering we would have a man that could protect us all if I did happen to find a guy willing to make me his wife. Like that could ever happen though, with the way I look, the conditions we're living in, and what's going on around us at all times. I've always objected saying I needed to get my family safe before I worried about my love life. I could care less about my love life. I didn't have anyone in mind. I never did. I had only two friends before the war started. One of them disappeared. She and her family went missing never seen again. I could only hope she was safe. From then on I vowed never to take time doing anything except taking care of my family.