Chapter 1 (ok so i re-did this chapter because I decided to use Tenten instead of sakura since I thought Tenten fit the part better. Thanks for bearing with me D. also could you tell me if I missed Tenten's name anywhere thanks!)
Dear Journal
I had just turned 17. It should have been a happy day, right? No! It has been hell. First, I finally convinced Mrs. Anderson to let me go camping in the forest by my self; as you know, I have wanted to do that since my 16th Birthday but Mrs. A always says stuff like, "No, you'll just ruin the sleeping bag" or, "No you're going to fall and hurt your self. You know how clumsy you are.". I swear, she's just making up stupid reasons for me not to go because we all know "She has to keep us all safe". Ya right! I think it got her even madder when I pierced the top of my ear for my 16th birthday. Its not fun living in an orphanage; I have to share my bed with 9 year old Renji because "he's scared of the dark". Whatever, I don't care. I know she hates me and we both know that there are bunk beds in other rooms. I finally convinced her to let me go if I:
Bring my Cell Phone
Am back before 8:00am so I can help with breakfast
Not go out too far
Not to do anything stupid or get myself killed.
So as I said, not a happy day right? Well it gets worse after, me stubbing my toe, having the little ones draw on my favorite shirt and the evil cat crapping in my good pair of shoes. Oh yes it does. Later that night I finally headed out, excited to be away from the hell-house. I set up my sleeping bag just out of sight in a clearing. I was a good half a mile away (already rule 3 broken). I had found the most perfect spot its on moss so it's soft and I have nothing poking at my back and the trees are cleared enough to I can see the stars (or what's left of seeing them, stupid pollution).It was also on a slanted hill underneath a small place which people parked their cars so they can go hiking. Since this wasn't hiking season I knew I had no worries about any cars waking me up. After a few minutes of watching the stars I snuggled into my sleeping bag to sleep.
I slept for what seemed like 10 seconds when I am was woken up by the sound of a car, no two cars. Slowly, I looked out of my sleeping bag to see two really nice black BMW's that looked like the ones I see off of those mob shows (when it's convenient for Mrs. A). Two Guys in really nicely tailored suits stepped out of the first car. Out of the second car, three guys step out also in nice suits but they then head to the trunk of the second car. I kept thinking it was some kind of movie and looked around for the cameras like on Punked with Ashton. Not seeing any I started getting twitchy. Out of the second car came three body bags. Two of them were moving. I started reaching for my cell phone. 911 typed out and finger on the call button.. There was still time for the camera's to come out. Then they unzipped the bags and they pulled out a tied up male adult. He was unconscious. They moved to the second bag that had moved earlier and when they opened it a pair of heels came out at hi-speed and almost hit the guy with long black hair. It was a lady with a Sunday church type dress. Her feet and hands were tied up and her mouth was covered. The man with the long black pony tail said something to the lady but I couldn't hear him. He then smiled and moved onto the third bag. The lady seemed to struggle more. I was frozen to the spot. Out of the third bag came a boy. His mouth wasn't covered and neither were his feet. He was crying and screaming for his mother. My eyes started to blur with tears. The boy wasn't even 12 yet. I then noticed that what who I guessed was the father had woken up. He was also looking at the screaming boy. A guy came out with black hair that shimmered blue in the light. I could sort of see that at a certain angle he looked like a shark. A predatory one at that. He walked to the little boy and held his up by the collar. The boy grabbed his arm so he wouldn't choke but just ended up choking on his own sobs. I pressed the call button unconsciously. I was so into the scene before me that after a few "911 emergency are you there?"'s, I finally noticed. I picked up the cell phone and tried to talk still looking at the scene. Finally I coughed up a
"Hello my name is Tentenf I live at Mrs. A's Orphanage. Right now I am in the forest behind the orphanage. And there are these guys with a family of 3 and there they're choking the little boy and he's crying and…and…I don't know what to do" After I talked with the lady the scene just played out before me in slow motion. A gun came out of the third guy's pocket. This one had long blond hair that had bangs covering one of his eyes. I stared not believing anything I was seeing. Suddenly all I heard was 'Bang Bang Bang…Bang Bang Bang …'" That's what you get for not telling us"' I dropped the phone. The guy had just shot the mother and the kid. The mother was looking at me with dead eyes and the kid was hanging limply from shark man's fist. I started to cry not wantingted to look at the face of the father. I heard him screaming, cursing but most of all, crying. Finally I heard 'Bang' and all was silent. All I could hear was my breath and heart. I swear they heard my heart it was so loud. I then heard the lady on the phone. It was loud and I grabbed it and held it to my chest, hoping they didn't hear. I looked up slowly to see them smoking. I slowly slipped out of my sleeping bag trying to make the least noise possible. The phone still held to my chest. My grip on it was so hard that I swore it would snap in two. I put the phone to my ear finally and heard the lady on the other side say "Are you ok? Where those gun shots? Do you hear me? We are coming to get you! Don't panic! Find a place to hide we will be there soon!" Between sobs and pants I managed out a "Thank you". I looked back one last time to see a guy with black hair and deep black eyes look at me. He then pointed in my direction and said something to the others but I didn't turn to find out what. I ran and ran and ran. I was close to the orphanage, I had to be!, I thought to my self!. Finally I heard sirens and cars. I cried welcoming the tears of joy, after a lot of tears of fear. I jumped through the bushes to see the cops. I quickly ran and hugged the one I was closest to. I held him so tightly I could barlely hear his comments of reassurance. I cried on him so much that I didn't realize that we were at the police station. I stopped crying finally still holding to the man. I was still sniffling but pulled away embarrassed. I sniffed a couple of times and looked away from the cop man. I heard him laugh and say your arms must hurt you were holding so hard. It was true my arms were stiff from holding on to him so long.
"Sorry" I managed to sniff out. I rubbed my eyes. It must me have been late. I looked at the clock only 3 in the morning. I give a small yawn and the cop laughed again. You must be tired. I nodded. I didn't want to fall asleep till I wrote in here, in my journal. It always helps me calm down. So I asked him he just nodded and left my in the office alone. I was on a couch and had a blanket around me. It was the police station (I finally noticed). I looked around the room for Kleenex and finally found it on the other side of his desk. I stood up and shuffled over to it and grabbed a few sheets then shuffled back to the couch blowing my nose. The police man came back in and smiled pulling my journal from behind his back. I said Thanks and started to write in it. And this is what happened. I feel better now, lighter. I wish I could fall asleep and wake up back in the forest realizing its was all a dream. But I know it wasn't so I'll lie here knowing that the police will read this. It's better than telling them everything. It's too painful; so here you are police, my descriptions:
Man 1: Long black hair and black eyes he has a scar across the bridge of his nose. And really long eyelashes about 5" 8'
Man 2: Shark man look up for better description about 6"0'
Man 3: Blondy, Girly looking Long blond hair. Look up for better detail. 5"9'
Man 4: Short black hair black eyes and wears goggles when he first got out of the car he was wearing a orange swirly mask. About 5"9'
Man 5: Short stood back a lot orangish red hair really bored looking eyes light brown eyes. About 5"6'.
They all wore the same suits and all had red clouds with a thick white outline on their breast pockets. It was like they were from a mob group.
Tenten