Prolouge
Leaves fluttered by my open window. I closed my eyes and let a silent sparkling tear run down my pale face. I caught it on my tongue, and yep, as I thought. Salty.
We were in the country then. The wind buffeted my light brown hair as I stuck my head partly out the window. The grass was lush, the trees full. I imagined the peaches in my hands, the juice stickying up my hands. But they weren't. They were out there.
"Put your window up, missy!" The kappa up front growled. I rolled my eyes but obeyed. I put my elbow on the rest attached to the door.
I was on my way to some town after my cruel parents beat me and threw me out. Being alcoholics, they were drunk and didn't know what they were doing, but it still hurt. And not just physically. They had kicked me out before, for no reason, but this time they got a taxi and told me to pack.
They were sending me to boot camp. They had to be. Where else? I didn't know for sure. But still.
"Get out!" I jumped and grabbed my bag. Handing him money (with a penny tip), I climbed out of the brown taxi and let my jaw drop.
I was surrounded by wilderness. But beautiful, beautiful wilderness. But no town. I turned to tell the kappa that there was a mistake, but he drove off, and I saw a happy grin on his face, with a tint of mischeif. As I thought. He rid of me by dumping me somewhere.
I dropped my luggage and sat on the side of the road. I let the tears fall.I didn't notice the figure with a bloody axe approach me until a club slammed me on the head and I blacked out.