I neared a village bordering the forest, the last in Brio, and I heard a newsboy calling out. "Newest information! Brio tried to cover it up, but we got the information! A five-year-old has escaped from Cremention!" Dread seeped into me, like cold water. I knew that five-year-old quite well. Maybe... I could find out what I had done.
I sneaked about, finding one of the papers in a wastebasket. I knew it was the one to look for, because of a big picture splashed across the front. I didn't give much thought as to why it would be thrown away, when it had just been printed, but it was the least of my concerns. I warily crept to the woods.
They reminded me of the forest back home, these new trees. I knew I could find shelter there. But I could also find danger.
I sneaked about, finding one of the papers in a wastebasket. I knew it was the one to look for, because of a big picture splashed across the front. I didn't give much thought as to why it would be thrown away, when it had just been printed, but it was the least of my concerns. I warily crept to the woods.
They reminded me of the forest back home, these new trees. I knew I could find shelter there. But I could also find danger.
Hey! Just found this blog, I'll try to keep up!
ReplyDelete(Rose the blogger here.) Yay! Emily deserves this. she grows of so much, it makes me cry a little. But I loathe her mature voice. Mostly.
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