Hey guys, if you haven't found out already, I am rewriting 'The Runaway'
So, ladies and gentlemen, I present the first rewritten chapter, of The Runaway.
Chapter I: Prologue
She stared.
She stared through the windows of her bedroom, gazing at the moon shining brightly in the sky as leaves fell from the trees fluttering down onto the neat cut grass.
Lucy's eyes drooped depressingly, wishing she could be exploring the night discovering all of the wildlife outside that's just begging for her to find, if only she could be outside for at least five minutes, maybe even ten seconds, she would be satisfied.
'But daddy never let's me go outside anymore...,' Lucy thought to herself, clutching her teddy bear closer to her chest nearly causing dishleveled , old eye to nearly pop out of his eye-socket.
She sighed.
"I miss mommy." She said out loud to no one in particular, wishing mommy, anyone, could comfort her again.
Knock, knock.
"Come in," Lucy squeaked, replying to the knocking on the door, as she began to climb into bed, the silky fabric beginning to cover her up in a warm cocoon.
The door creaked open, and her eyes went wide when she saw a piece of her moms old dress that she used to wear around the house.
Only, it wasn't her mother.
It was her father.
"Lucy, how many times did I tell you, stop dragging this trash around everywhere you go. Now get over here." His father sternly said to her, raising his voice angrily.
She began to study the wall, completely tuning her father out, as she studied the floor wishing, yet again, that her mother was still here,
Slap!
"Don't you ever ignore me again! You hear?! Now, go to bed, trash!" He yelled to her stomping out the door slamming it shut, leaving pieces of the dress that he torn up into pieces and threw on the floor.
She held her face in her hands for a few minutes, and began to stare out the window once again, "Maybe if I just...stand outside just for a few seconds," She whispered to herself, opening up the marble colored window, and began stepping out onto the soft green grass.
The truth is.
She never came back.
She ran away.
Just to clear some stuff up, if you're confused, Lucy is like 5 years old here and yes, her mother is dead. When she saw the piece of fabric of her mothers dress when her door opened up, she thought her mother came back somehow.
Ok, so, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter more then the original or you thought it was decent (my original readers).