Chapter One-a shipwrecked blonde
In a remote village called Osha, a girl of 10 years called Lauren, strolling carefree along the shore of the village.
Her eyes were blacks and brown hair, curly at the tips, in a ponytail. The body was thin and high in standard. He wore a blue tank top and beige shorts that reached to the knees. At the foot of the sandals had brownish. Al pulled his right arm bracelets that were large, and the left arm, two. Despite his young age he had tattooed on his right arm a capital L.
He walked quietly, when ...
"Hey, what's going on there? ... Looks like an explosion of a vessel? Better go see ... Good thing I swim well!"
So Lauren, picked it up a wooden board, he walked off.
Arrived there, sifted through the wreckage of the vessel, shortly after time, he found a trail of blood, which prosegiuva to the bottom of the sea; Lauren thought that there were victims. Then he swam as fast as possible following the trail of blood, until he saw him.
He was a boy of his age, blond, curly-haired, wearing a black shirt with a jacket over blue. Around her neck she wore a white scarf, worn. He had blue trousers tied at the waist by a belt with a locket with a flower drawn on top.
Looking at him, saw that his severe wounds and burns everywhere.
She took him by the scarf, pulled him up. The wind was about to end, they approached the sharks attracted by blood. Just in time, ascended to the surface, grabbed a wooden board, and we leaned over the boy, good or bad, he made it to shore.
Exhausted and dripping water, lay on the sand. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. He knelt over the body without knowledge of the boy. For a moment he felt as if ashamed.
After all had a beautiful appearance. But then he shook his head. What was going through her mind? Immediately after the round about reality: that kid was hurt, and also grievously.
She grabbed his arms and, if you ache with some effort, dragged him to his house.
Lauren's house was like all the others from the front looked out on the road at the rear, however, was a bit of countryside.
And it was in the back that Lauren brought that kid.
"Hey, Elene, go in the back!"
Elene was a girl of twenty who had decided to host Lauren and Matt, his brother 7 years, since their parents had died when they were little.
"Yes, there ... Oh, my God! And who is that kid?"
TO BE CONTINUED