So... OH MY GOSH, I'VE JUST FINISH "THE LAST OLYMPIAN" AND IT WAS AWESOME! In fact, it inspired me to start writing this story, which really isn't a smart choice, seeing I have A LOT of other things to work on.
Prologue
Thunder crashed as lightning streaked across the sky, forming eerie shadows in the dark. They flickered for a moment, before fading abruptly. Raindrops spattered against the roof of the room, where a small girl, no older than eight, lay curled up on her bed, her wide-set, dark brown, almost seemingly black, eyes full of hatred and anger.
She lied there, not daring to move, as if waiting...
The moment came.
Suddenly, she bolted upright. She already had her jacket on over a t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. She had been planning this.
Black combat boots were hastily shoved on, she grabbed her backpack, before moving back, and flinging a foot-thick dictionary at the window.
The glass shattered, breaking through the eerily silence of the mansion. The little girl ducked as shards flew everywhere, a small, single shard grazing over her cheek.
With no time to check the damage, she scrambled out the window. An alarm had began blaring when the window cracked open.
The heavy rain seemed to form a mist, making all images blurry. But if you squinted, you can just make out a small girl, no older then eight, sprinting through the heavy rain, on the run.
Only one word crossed her mind as rain pounded around her.
Freedom.
-Written by X. Edited by my sister
Author's Note: There you go. First chapter. You've read it, and now all you need to do is to (I notice they changed the comment/review box) type down your thoughts of it in the little box below.
It'll make my day. :)
Seriously, I'm satisfied with even just a smiley-face. But I won't go into the whole, "If I don't get this-many-reviews, I won't continue the story, blah, blah, blah..." because I find that seriously lame, and it won't help in any way. So... leave a review. You'll be making a sweet, innocent, little girl's day. :) Not-so-sweet and innocent.
-X.