POV- Endelyn
I walk into my house quietly sneaking through the kitchen sneaking back upstairs. “What should I put my things in,” I think to myself, not knowing what is acceptable to bring on an “adventure.” Reentering my room, I head for my closet and grab a small denim backpack and shove in a change of jeans, a few t-shirts, and some personal items. For the first time since I’ve awaken I realize I am not wearing shoes. I switch my big gray sleeping shirt and my shorts for a pair of skinny jeans and a white tank with an olive green army jacket then pull my curls back and grab my hiking boots.
I pick up my bag and head back out of my room stopping at the bathroom to pick up my toothbrush. I don’t know if I will even have time to brush my teeth while I’m with this crew, but hey, can never be too sure.
I make my way back down to the kitchen for the second time tonight. Spotting a notepad and some paper, I walk towards the counter and quickly scribble a note.
Mom & Dad-
I’m going off for a while; don’t know when I’ll be back. Don’t call the police, I am not being kidnapped, nor am I running away.
-E.
I’m not sure if they’ll believe me, but it’s better than nothing.
Boom!! The entire house shakes. I frantically grab a bunch of bananas and the loaf of bread, the only things on the counter, and run out of the back door, again.
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The stones
DiversosA story I started a year and a half ago. I don't think I'll continue it, but I may. A girl is on a journey with her friends to recover the Fire Stone before the world crumbles.
