My life sucks. Why do these people pursue ME of all people? I wish I had it better. These thoughts ran repeatedly through the ten-year-old boy's mind as he ran, brushing by the undergrowth before finding a shadowed tangle of tree roots. He dove for the shelter and hid there, panting slightly, and waited for his pursuers to pass. Eventually, the footsteps and shouting faded away, before he drifted off into a deep slumber.
The boy slept fitfully. In his dream he was being pursued again, but this time by bloodhounds intent on his trail. He ran with his heart thumping in his mouth. While running, he happened to glance in the stream. Eyes bugging out at the sight that greeted him, he realized what it was. Just then, the earth started shaking.
"Hey, hey! Wake up, boy! It's just a dream!" Said boy slowly opened his eyes, drowsily blinking before starting in alarm. The curious and concerned pair of eyes in front of him was white, with no pupils. His sudden movement also caused the pair of eyes to back off a bit, allowing him to see the owner of those peculiar eyes. Gazing upward, his own cerulean blue eyes ran over the girl. She seemed to be around his own age, with short indigo hair that reached just below her ears. Her bangs and two locks of hair that was slightly longer than the rest only served to accent the well-shaped face with the creamy skin. In the afternoon light, the sun seemed to make that skin glow, making her seem all the lovelier. Scanning downward, he noted that she had a nice figure, long legs, and small feet.
Now that his eyes were opened, the girl noted that his eyes matched the sky on a clear day. Hair stood up in spikes, and she could tell it was blonde, even under all the dirt and grime. As he blinked sleepily, she saw his cheeks were sunken, and he had sores all over his skin, sure signs of malnutrition. Pity wrenched her heart as she realized he probably hadn't had a decent meal in weeks, maybe months.