The Jumper's Daughter.

Chapter 1

Running.
Jumping.
Climbing.
Dodging.
Begging.
Hoping.
Acting.
Tricking.
Lying.......

Its all I can do....to survive...to live. To get away from them.

I have to run...

There's no place to hide...

No sanctuary...

Nowhere.....

All there is is running.

.....and jumping...

Quiet chuckles turned into full blown almost crazed laughter. My laughter. Wicked smiles and glinting eyes peered at me as I stared at the window.

Maybe I should tell you more...then...maybe I shouldn't.......

Maybe you'll learn tricks and learn things I have if you are like me....maybe not...maybe you will help us. Who knows... Maybe you're a paladin reading this, and if you are it must mean I'm dead. Ha...funny thing....thinking of when you might be dead....

Anyway might as well tell you who I am.

I am Zeklen. Zeke or Zel Zen zekee is fine with me. I don't care. Though I have changed my name many times. Maria, Latasha, Brooklen, Tammy, MK, Zayna, Queren. Many....many....maaaanny names.

Any well more about me.

Zeklen Rice
Age: 17 and a half
Hair color: Red
Eye color: green
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 125lbs
Shoe size: 7
Favorite color: grey blue and maroon
Favorite type of clothing: sweat shirsts
Fav shoes: chucks
Anything else? No? Yes? Then tell me. It simple really just write in that little box thing down there. Yeah that. There ya go.

I leaned back at luaghed at my own stupidity and closed my journal and put it carefully into my bag. I looked around to see a family of four settle into a booth while a man left.

I started to pack my things away and packed up the leftover food while checking my surroundings. I took my drink and quickly got a refill of DR.PEPPER. I checked my surroundings one more time before heading out of the McDonald's while nodding to the cashier.

I stepped out into the clean...cleanish... air of North Carolina. One of my favorite jumps.

I sighed and decided to go to the beach for a walk. I grabbed my helmet and put it on checking my surroundings once more.

I checked my baby for any tampering. He seemed to be good. I checked again and gave my motorcycle the all clear. I carefully swung my leg over starting my engine.

I weaved in and out of the little traffic going about 15 over the speed limit.

I carefully chose my parking space for my boy and left everything but my phone, headphones in the space under my seat. I also left my chucks and took off my blue sweatshirt and was left with my leggings and grey T-shirt.

I walked up onto the beech and looked around.
The waves crashed repeatedly against the shore.  If all was silent you could sleep to this, I thought.

Gulls landed and took off on the sand while kids ran through them sending flocks into the air, shrieking in glee.

Squaks of indignaty rung though the air as they did so. Some people were in the ocean jumping waves or just enjoying themselves hanging out with friends.