My heart races in hopes of catching up to the rhythm of my feet. I left the house with only a backpack to hold supplies and a sketchbook. I don't know why the cries over the gate told me to. They said it was to be a gift, proof that I belonged to a creature in the woods. My current location is no longer in those thin woods, but outside beyond the cement walls a few miles down the road. It's too early for those fosters to know that I'm gone. They never wake up until late dawn, so I have 3-4 hours to make ground.
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Origin of Sherii
Short StoryHello, name's BLuEy. This is my first story on Wattpad. So if there's a lot of mistakes, I'm sorry and please keep rude comments to yourself. If you do see errors help me! I would love the help with the grammar!
