Okay, a LITTLE boring in the first chapter, but I promise it gets better. PLEASE R&R. (PLEASE?) make me happy :D
Lana sat on her porch in the middle of the night, yawning, but not entirely sleepy. Resting her head against a miniature white pillar, she looked at her surroundings, still taking in the beauty of it.
Her mother and her had only moved to the new house last week, but it only felt like they had moved last minute. Their house was in the middle of nowhere, but Lana loved it because she had always wanted peace and quiet. There were trees and thickets a little beyond the house and a long, stone pathway leading directly into a forest nobody had visited in a long time. It was perfect. The moon shone brightly, lighting up the porch. Lana stood up. Though it was tempting to stay a little bit longer, or even sleep here for the night, the idea was a little dangerous. Though there were no records of crimes, kidnaps or rapes around the area, this was, after all, a deserted place near a forest. Anything could happen. Lana yawned again then brushed her wavy blonde hair out of her face, revealing stormy grey eyes' and a birthmark, almost the colour of strawberries. It was like someone had placed their finger on her face and drew it past her eyebrow and her cheek. Lana had gotten some wierd looks when people notcied it, but she ignored it. She was starting to like the birthmark a little. It made her feel different from the crowd. And that's exactly what she wanted to be. Not one of those giggly, annoying blonde bimbo's who were cheerleaders', voted for homecoming dance and finished their GCSE's with no references or C's and above. Lana just prayed her thanks to the gods she was not one of them. Looks were decieving. Even though she looked like just a pretty face, she was more then that. Much more. The stake, as if hearing her thoughts, hit against her pale skin on her waistband as she walked away from the porch.