Lost

1- "Are you okay?"

It was dark and I could hardly see where I was going. I didn't know where I was, just that something was chasing me. Something big. All I knew was that I was in the woods. I passed tree after tree and could feel the dirt underneath my shoes.

"Olivia! Keep going! I'll hold him off!" A girls voice whom I did not recognize shouted. Although I didn't know who 'she' was or who shouted that, my voice yelled back:

"No! I won't leave without you! I promised I would bring you home, and that I will do." I shouted. I could see her now. She had black hair that was tied into a ponytail and was probably about fourteen. I couldn't see many of her features, but I could tell that she had a large gash on the side of her face. We were running side by side past all of the trees.

"Olivia. Please. It is my destiny to finish off this beast. Whether I make it back alive or not." The girl said. Tears were pricking my eyes and I didn't know why. Had I ever seen this girl? My body moved for me and I did a reluctant nod and ran.

"Olivia! Olivia!" A different voice said, but this one seemed to have come from my mind. It was almost non-existent. Finally, I felt a jolt on my shoulders and opened my eyes to a bright light over my head with my friend looking down at me.

"OMG! Liv! Don't scare me like that!" Kristi yelled as she sat down on an armchair across from the couch I was sleeping on a few moments before. I was having a sleepover with her and we slept in my small living room. I looked around to see that I had apparently thrown my blanket across the room, and it was now hanging off the TV. My pillow was on the ground right next to Kristi's sleeping bag. Finally, my eyes traveled to the armchair where Kristi was sitting. Kristi. My bff since as long as I can remember. She has bushy brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. She wore pink metal glasses, and always had a bow in her hair. Pretty sure we met in kindergarten when we where five or six and have been friends ever since. I'm almost fourteen and she had her birthday a couple weeks ago.

We are going into eighth grade and not looking forward to it. It was summer, but we were dreading school. It was going to be the first year of school without each other because I had moved to a small town outside of San Antonio Texas. A town called Boerne. It was small and kind of nice, but I hated the school. I went to the school for about a month until summer. I hated it. I hated the teachers, the students, and the school in general. This is why Kristi and I have been getting together a lot this summer. I'm not to far away so we can still have sleepovers and stuff.

"Olivia! Are you okay? I heard you screaming from my bedroom!" My dad said breaking me from my thoughts. I have some of my dads features such as the bright blue eyes and freckles, but most of my features came from my mom, whom I never met. She disappeared soon after I was born. Unlike my dad, who had dirty blonde hair, I had curly red hair. It was long, as I have never cut it, and always a mess. I liked it.

"Yeah Dad. I'm fine. Just a nightmare. What time is it?" I asked. There where no windows in the small room and there was no clock. Our house was very tiny. Two small bedrooms, a bathroom, small kitchen, and a living room. Me and my dad don't have a lot of money, so this is the best we could do and I'm fine with that. Why do we need a big house? For two people, this was enough.

"It's 2:28am" Dad said while checking his watch. "Try to go back to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." He added excitedly. Of course. How could I forget? The biggest day of the year. For my dad and I. Every year, on July 21, the amusement in town had a big discount for everyone. Sure, it was kind of, no, very busy, but we don't have a lot of money for extra entertainment, so this is the one time we go and make the most of it. I loved to go. We always did the same rides in the same order. Every year. The plan for tomorrow (or I guess it's today) is to wake up early, (maybe not 2:30 early) drop off Kristi at her house, then go to the amusement park. As much as I loved my best friend, some traditions, you can't change. She understood that.