STORYTELLERS

CHAPTER 1

        The flame danced with the wind as it sang its lonely song.

        The moon's vivid light surrounded the entire forest like a thin layer of blanket. Warm winds circulated the area as it brushed through branches of trees.

        The trees glowed in white.

        "So," Joey said as he looked up into the sky. His forest green eyes had a charming and intelligent warmth. "Who's turn is it tonight?"

        Skyler smiled. Her baby blue eyes reflected the light of the fire, pure piece of art. Her white teeth accentuated her pink lips under the darkness of the night and the brightness of the moon. She gave a little shrug.

        Skyler is beautiful, funny, sporty, and smart. Who said perfection does not exist?

        "Isn't it yours?" May said, "Last time, it was Finn's turn. And I'm guessing that we're going clock-wise, so it's your turn."

        May isn't too perfect like Skyler, but she's really pretty, in the inside. And that's all it matters, right?

        "Yeah," Finn said,"I'm pretty sure I went last time."

        Finn is a smart book-worm. But also a "scardey-cat." An average looking boy who doesn't like too much surprises in his life.

        "Oh," Joey said, looking at Celia,"Right, it's my turn."

        Celia smiled.

        Another pretty girl.

        "Ummm, lemme see..." He looked down, deep into the flame, "I'll call this story 'Hunter Crowley.' "

        And here he started the story.

        This game is called the Storytellers, someone will start a story using him or herself as the main character and whoever goes next, will continue the story using his or her character's point of view. Everyone's got a chance, and everyone's got a story deep inside
them.

        "Hunter Crowley was an ordinary teenage boy with ordinary teenage problems..."