Midnight Redwood

Midnight Redwood

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Luna is an 18 year old girl with a almost poor family. She has black hair and her skin is almost lighter than sand. She doesn't have enough money to go to collage and she has no friends. Her mother died the day before her 10th birthday and Luna's life has never been the same. She had no job and she barely gets any money from her father. One day she takes a walk far from her house at midnight and she finds a big redwood. Out of no where she finds a boy named Jack who tells her the tree was special with more powers than ever and only appears at midnight and someone was killing it. The tree is the center of the world and it makes life possible. After the tree is completely gone, life will die all over the world slowly but deadly. Read to find what happens and if you like the chapters, please vote!!!
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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