(Hey guys this isn't really based on anything but, I just wrote this and then wanted to publish it so yeah!)
Breathing heavily, I stopped for a rest. I knew I shouldn't have but, I did. Running nonstop from this "thing"was tearing me apart.
My dusty, tangled brown and blue hair fluttered in frount of my face. I stopped to look at my surroundings, my sea green eyes flashing from rock to rock. Even though my brother had warned me of the dangers of going on this trip, I still went. My brother
always did tell me I had a rebellious streak... that wasbefore he joined the "Revolution".
(The next chapter is going to be a flashback so, yeah.)