Kit: I know my stories suck but I have a little help this time so just give it a shot and review!
Disclaimer: I own none of what I'm writing not any of the poto people or from Alia Waking
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Christine ran swiftly and silently. As she reached a shaggy pine tree, the sound of grunts and cracking twigs came from beyond her. Then near one of the forest's many thorn bushes, Christine saw a face and a brown tunic. She crouched, hiding behind a tree's draping branches.
Christine peered around branches of long green needles. The face and tunic were gone. She could see nothing but the silent forest. The wind brought her no scent of the other teens she new were close by. Instead, she smelled wood smoke, last nights chill, and a scent she had no name for it smelled of roses and cologne, she smelled it every time she went to the woods. But now was no time to close her eyes and smell the falls breath. No skirmish, not even a mock skirmish such as this, was one by closing ones eyes.
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Kit: Don't you hate my writing and me? Well there's my first chapter! short I know but I'm at study hall and can't write any more!
