If you ever come across a little girl sitting alone in the forest, just enjoying the view of all the wild flowers that gently blow in the breeze, or watching as the tree's crinkled leaves float to the ground, it's best not to sneak up on her. Anyone with a brain knows that right?

So why do I feel like I'm being watched? As a papery fall leaf comes to rest on my lap, I look around suspiciously. There couldn't be anyone there. I would've noticed them by now! But I can't get rid of this icky feeling. I decided that it was time to begin my walk back home, so I got up, wiped the dirt off my butt, and began walking. It had been a peaceful day for me today. No school, no homework, and no obnoxious adults. My mom had to work today (well, she had to work EVERY day, but today was a longer day) and she hadn't been home all day, which left me time to admire the wonders of my backyard.

I know, I know, most 15 year olds don't usually do that on a Saturday. But I found it to be enjoyable. All my friends liked to play video games, or go to the movies, but I prefer isolation to improving my social life. My mom always told me that I very "mature" for my age, which in actuality meant that I wasn't a spazz like every other hyperactive teenager.

Finally my house came into view and I looked over the brick walls. I'd only been living in this place for about four months. My mom liked to move us around a lot. She said it was to keep things "fresh", but I know that she keeps losing her job. I really don't mind it, anymore. I think it's made me more self-sufficient. It's probably why I can't stand meeting new people, too, but whatever.

As I got closer and closer to my house, I got that creepy feeling again. I got this feeling almost every time we moved but I usually brush it off as being nervous about a new place. Just to be sure, I looked behind me, and saw something move in the bushes. Then, like one of those idiots in the scary movies, I went to go investigate. I walked over to the moving shrub, and peeked over it.

Bad move.

A huge, meaty hand grabbed me around my neck, cutting off my air and choking me. I tried to scream, but it came out as a squeaky gasp. Whatever it was threw me on the ground. I tried to scamper away, but I was grabbed around the leg and hauled me off the ground.

Let me ask you this. Have you ever pulled off the ground by a huge, ugly giant and have them breathe their gross, smelly breath into your face?

I don't suggest it.

First chapter done :D! This is actually a rather old story that my friend and me started working on last year, and we never actually kept writing it, but I have it on my deviantart and I was just like, "Let's upload this here crappeh storeh~!" On the version on my dA, my OC is 9, but I don't like young characters cause I write more sarcastically, and I don't know many 9 year olds that have my sass and wit~ So…yeah! I'm actually working on the second chapter right now, so you won't be left at a cliff hanger :D