The day was warm with a slight breeze. The only scent in the air was the comforting fresh cut grass. While I lay on the soft padding of the ground I thought to myself 'Cant wait to see what makes this day bad.' I take a slow, calm breath and close my eyes. With my arms outstretched and legs crossed I sit up to watch the sun rise, afraid that if I miss it I'll never be able to see it again.
"How was the sunrise, sweet cheeks?," asks my very annoying older sister.
I reply with the usual, 'same as always' and a smile.
I've never been one to feel like I belong in this family and I'm not really sure if its because of not seeing them at all during my childhood or just plain not fitting in. My whole family has that really heavy southern accent, but I have a British accent. Why? Well, when I was around three years old I was shipped off to a british school for girls because state tests showed I was a very brilliant child and if I started this school I could achieve so much in life. I graduated senior year when I was 14 years old and finally got to come back home.
Things changed once I came back and life hasn't been the same...
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The Hunted
Teen FictionI've finally started writing again and I have deleted my earlier books because they sucked and I had no clue how to write when I was younger. This book is a fresh start for me though and I hope you enjoy. (: (book not finished yet) I wasn't raised l...
