Hey guys. Just doing this for personal reasons. Hope you understand….
"Amber, are you sure we should be camping now?"
"Richard, I told you a thousand times, it wasn't my idea."
"No, but you're her mother! You shouldn't just give in to everything she wants —!"
"Please, not right now…."
The rusted, beat up Volkswagen rolled to a stop in the forced clearing. The brakes squealed but no one in the car cringed at the sound. They all were far too used to it. The trunk of the car was bulged open with supplies and rolls of sleeping bags. Tent poles jutted out like broken sticks. Lawn chairs laid over the roof, their once vibrant colors a long-lost memory, leaving behind ghosts of previous beauty.
The left back door swung open and a young girl began to squirm out of her car seat. The moment her buckle slithered off her she bounded out of the car, petite feet thumping on frozen dirt. She was adorned with a dark blue tutu and pastel pink ballet slippers. She had stunning blue eyes and dark freckles speckled her moon-pale skin. Her short ginger hair hung in loose curls on her head, it not even long enough to graze her shoulders. Her torso was covered with a sleeveless blue ballet top and black spandex covered her thighs. She spun around on her toes in the middle of the campsite, laughing joyously.
The other two people to exit the car were her mother and father, both dark eyed foreigners with brown hair and peach-colored skin. No one in the family had an Irish accent despite having lived there for seven years, and the daughter birthed there.
"Silvia, not too far, kiddo," her lanky father called. The five year old waved a hand, beaming as she started off to the nearby forest. It was time for adventure!
"OK!"
"Richard, you shouldn't just let her go off on her own!" her mother snapped as she forced the trunk open. She brushed a stray hair out of her face and gave Richard an exasperated glare. "Silvia! Get back over here and help Mommy unpack the car!" The child's feet skidded as she spun around, not missing a beat as she made her way back to the site.
"OK!"
"Amber," Richard groaned, slamming his car door shut and causing the mother to flinch at the sudden noise. "She's five. What use is she to unpacking camping supplies? Let her explore and burn off some of that energy." He swiveled his head to the child who was trying her very best to reach the chairs that were on top of the car. Her fingers barely grazed over the door. "Go on, sweetheart. Go have fun."
Silvia looked up at both her parents, her blue eyes wide. She could stay and help and get in the way. Or she could go and explore and have fun.
She smiled and hugged them both before dashing away to go along the path that led to freedom.
Heya. So, this is going to be one of my main focus points right now. I want to thank you all for the immense support of The Little Girl, and I want to apologize for being so inactive with the sequel. The sequel will also get a rewritten story once it's complete and I decide to edit it. School and life have kept me busy and I know that's not an excuse, but it's all I've got. The prologue is very short, but I think they always should be because that just means I can have longer chapters. That doesn't make sense... oh well. Anyway — leave a review, favorite, or follow if you want more. Anything is always greatly appreciated :)
