This is a story I started and Willow contributed to, and then we kinda made an entire short prologue. What I wrote is in green, what Willow wrote is in blue.
Kiara opened the small bedroom window as quietly as she could, hoping it wouldn't squeak. She silently mouthed "yes" as it slid open without a sound. She pushed out the dirty screen, grabbing a backpack, which she packed her important stuff into, and jumped onto the sandy ground. She wiped the dirt off her worn gray jeans and slipped away into the humid summer night.
As she silently ran from the house, her mind wandered. She hadn't wanted to run away. After all, it meant leaving her sister behind. Her baby sister. But she had no choice. Her family loved her but the people who were after her... Well, they would stop at nothing to kill her.
Her home had been small but cozy. Her family hadn't had much but they always survived. Her mother was sick, and Kiara suspected poison, meant for her. That was why she had to escape.
She forced her mind back to the present. She'd go crazy if she focused her mind on the past. Her father had once taught her a trick for keeping her mind off memories.
My name is Kiara. I'm 13. Born June 15th. I live in Florida. It's summer. People want to kill me.- No, Kiara. Focus.
Kiara ran down the quiet street. The only sound she heard was the sound of her footsteps as her black slio on shoes hit the cracked pavement. She reached the end of the street and faded into the woods, looking for the perfect place to set up her new home.
Her eyes scanned the shadows carefully, making sure no one was watching. She didn't want to run into her trackers. A twig snapped somewhere in the woods and she looked in its direction, a thousand possibilities crossing her mind.
It was very dark. Almost too dark to see. But she soon noticed it was just a bird. She followed it till she saw something. Lantern light.
The light sent a jolt of fear up her spine. Had she been discovered? She debated whether or not to say something as she took a step forward. Her attackers had never used a lantern before. "Who's there?" she finally called out.
The lantern came closer, held by a teenage boy. "You must be a runaway," he commented.
"Yeah, and you are?" she asked.
"Travis, a runaway. Come with me, I can take you somewhere safer. I'm from Runaway Island," he told her.
Kiara hesitated; she was unsure if he was telling the truth.
8.29.13 - Spot
10.29.15 - Princess Scott
4.4.16 - Serafina
This portion of the signature is a secret letter from Willow's heart,
I love you. Here is where I want to make some joke but I don't have one deserving of you. I'm a very stupid person. Not that I'm not intelligent, I just tend to ignore that side of me. You however were one of my stupid choices in life and I don't regret it. I'm glad I am stupid because a smart person probably wouldn't have forgiven you like I have. When I am at my worst, you're there for me and I love you for that. I trust you. I trust you with my life, with NFS, and with every damn thing I have. You make me wanna swear, not cause I am angry, but because I am happy.
I will never be able to forget you.
From the bottom of my heart,