Child of the Fallen One

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A/N: Hi guys!! This is my first story on wattpad! I hope you guys enjoy it!! lemme know what you all think!!!

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"As you lay me down to sleep," I mutter, pulling my comforter closer to my face. "I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul shall keep." I finish my nightly routine, my body relaxing into the sleep about to hit me. "God bless everyone somehow involved in my life. Amen." I finish in my head.

My phone buzzes under my pillow causing my eyes to shoot open. A small groan escapes my lips. Who the hell was texting me at almost two am? I debated rolling over to figure out who it was, my eyelashes fluttering heavily blocking my view of the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. Pushing myself up, my fingers fumbled under the pillow for my cellphone.

Aurie

Hey u up?

My best friend is texting me at two am. She has school in like... five hours... why is she still up? More importantly how does she even have her cellphone? I thought her parents took it from her every night. Making the decision to start a conversation and stay up later than I should've, I open my phone.

To Aurie

Fortunately yes

Aurie

Sweet. Is there anyway I can come over?

To Aurie

Uh... yeah? Lemme open the front door

I start to get up from my bed when a better idea hits me. I quickly grab my phone and my fingers fly across the screen.

To Aurie

Better yet, meet me @ the dock

Aurie

Okie :)

As silently as possible, I move from the top bunk. I didn't want to wake up my sister across the hall. She could hear my phone buzz with my door closed. Or... so she claims. I pick up my running shorts and t-shirt and slip into them. Throwing my phone in my waist band, I meander to the closet to grab my favorite sweatshirt. If there was one thing, I knew about meeting my best friend in the middle of the night at the little neighborhood dock was that it was going to be chilly.

A few minutes later, I had successfully made it out the front door- thankful at least one door in the house doesn't squeak. I pull the hoodie over my head even with the warm end of summer breeze tickling my skin. Quick paced footsteps echo of the trees as I approach the end of my driveway. My head snaps in the direction of Aurie's house to see a dark-haired girl running at me. Her lips pull back in a smile and she stops right in front of me.

"Hey," the girl says cheerily through heavy breaths.

"How did you manage to get out of Karen and Maury's," I ask her, watching her throw her hands over her head.

"Wow, no hi back," she teases. "But easily... I tied my bed sheets together to create a rope to climb out the window."

I nod. "Okay then, Aurie."

She laughs. How else was I supposed to respond? Her parents were psychos. The type of Christian extremist that turn people away from Christianity. Let me give a quick example: last week I let Aurie borrow my copy of the Hunger Games. You know, by Suzanne Collins? And she has to hide the books that I let her borrow. Why, might you ask? Because her parents won't let her or her five siblings read anything except Christian novels or books written by acclaimed Christian authors. To make things worse, the Hunger Games is on the banned book list. And just like in Fahrenheit 451, Karen and Maury tried to burn my all time favorite book. Now explain to me why my best friend who had to be on the bus to school at six thirty, was able to sneak out of her house so easily.