
Lost. I shouldn't have ran... or should I? Maybe It's better to die out here, free, rather than spend another day locked up in that house of misery and funky smelling scraps of food... Either way, I'll never know... I ran and now I'm out here in the forest all alone. But its ok, because I can feel the dirt under foot, and taste the fresh, sweet tang of berries, however long it will last... My name is Ash. It's short for Ashley, but only Father and the mean old lady calls me that... I'm supposed to call her Ma'am, but I used to call her Grammy when I was little. I'm 12 now, so "It's expected of me to act like a Lady". My Father would dress me in my sister Ruthie's old smart clothes whenever she would visit, a nice change to my scrappy clothes I would usually wear. But sometimes i'd be made to dress in my "Sunday best" and I hated it because it made me feel all itchy and uncomfortable... Anyway, I left all that behind when I ran, so I guess I'll never have to do that again! Finally I'm free, but at what cost? Can I really survive all alone out here?Всі права захищені
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