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Catherine, Pt IChapter One... Plunderers and Fistfights
"Ughhhhhhh..." Catherine rolled off her bed and tumbled to the ground, her loose nightdress falling around her. She looked up at the sunlight flooding through her window and blinked. Several times.
Ugh... Not again. She pattered down the stairs of her tower room, clutching the thin black wooden handrail so as not to fall off the spiral stairs.
Her brother was tearing nervously around the kitchen with a sword, his bare chest glistening with sweat. What in the world? Why does he have ?
"Cat! There you are. They are back. Those... Plunderers!" He stumbled angrily over the word.
Cat almost smiled. "Nathaniel. Hand me the sword and go put on some clothes... You can't fight Vikings in your pajamas."
He smiled and raced down the narrow stone hall to his room, muttering something about moms and sisters.
Cat sighed. Vikings. Again. When will they realize there is nothing left to steal in this village? She slowly started bac
The Family: Part 1prologue
I lay back against him, warm and comfy and happy.
Our fingers laced together, our legs intertwined.
The blankets covered anything that could or would or should not have happened, hiding us from the world.
At that moment in time, it was just us.
We could forget everything, forget our circumstances, and forget everything that we were running from.
Because in that moment, nothing else mattered.
chapter 1- running
I looked down at Mykel from my post in the tree.
"They're coming," I whispered harshly. "Hurry."
Mykel stumbled across the dark lawn, a GPS in one hand and a knife in the other.
Simultaneously, I leapt out of the tree and hit the ground running on light feet.
We ran until we had reached one of our many hideouts- an old abandoned house in the middle of town. Panting, I sank onto a milk-crate and rested my head in my hands.
"We can't keep doing this," Mykel began, reading my mind.
I nodded, cocking my head to look at him. His black hair flopped around his gray e
Jared and Tara: Part Two
His parents had been abusive for a long time, and his father was beating his mother again.
This time however, Jared had decided he was going to stand up for his mom and try to protect her, like he knew he should have before. So he did, and his dad freaked out.
When he threw a few punches, his dad got angry and stabbed him in the shoulder, before he shot Jared's mother and drove away in her car, leaving the boy and his mom alone.
Jared and I had both been in tears when he finished, crying so hard we could barely see.
I didn't know anything to say, so I stretched up on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and held him, I guess you could say.
He wrapped one arm around my waist and one around my neck, tangling his fingers in my then-short black hair, and after an awkward pause, we kissed.
It was a long kiss; the kind people have in movies. It made an excellent first kiss, in my opinion. I mean, it would have made an excellent first kiss, until Josh and his mom showed up to take us
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