Chapter 1: Just Alice
Alice looked down on the practically soaked shoes on her small, yet quite fast feet. It was raining pretty hard. Her shoes were soaked
They had grown on her, these shoes since she had got them about a year ago. And if you looked at them on any other day, they would have looked almost new. Like they had never been worn; that's because her mother washed them every three weeks and before every one of her track meets.
Those shoes she was looking at were her way of travel, they had gotten her to school every morning and had gotten her home, and they had helped her track team win victoriously at many track meets. But of all these things those shoes help her do, they had help her run, had help her run away. Run away a chilling danger. Danger happened to turn up everywhere she went.
She, Alice Chase was a runner, a great runner; she was popular, outgoing and terribly bright. Alice wore clothes that were boyish and dark, a swirl of blues, greens and blacks with a single green bow, on the side in her long curly black hair.
So, today she started her morning walk toward school. Just a plain girl named Alice who didn't know the secrets of her own past. It was a large brick building, Donald Academy, tall and long, & about two stories with a track & field area to the left of it. Alice loved running, and she also loved that she had her PE first period so she could take a load off. And run for miles on the long striped track. She ran up the steps and walked slowly toward the doors. They bricks seem to stare at her with eager eyes to find out what she was thinking, and what she wanted to tell the world as she began to walk up to the large glass school doors. She walked through the halls with a hung sleepy face. She starred at the blank mirrored expressions of the other students whose; faces just reflected hers because their lack of sleep and teenage attitudes.
But she new that this school was a place she could get away from her problems and just focus on other topics. At school there were other things to think about, to worry about. Though she saw school as a save haven, she also didn't like it. Like most 13 year olds school was just a place to be eight hours a day. And if you weren't perfect you were just another person with a circle of friends to keep you company. So with these things at hand she began her week of school, which would be followed by two glorious days at home safe to relax and live quietly. Just to start again.