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Thnx Willow, fr the awesome review... Second chapter is up & is dedicated to u... :) :) :)
The first night in Venice was awful. Bo and I had stayed in an ancient abandoned church, for some reason Venice had plenty of those. We curled up together on the cold stones, unable to stop the shivering. I did try to make a fire, but then I had no matches. The cold wind that came in through the broken windows assaulted our skin. Though we moved to the warmest corner of the church, it still wasn't warm enough.
I had already made a bed of sorts, using our few clothes and a blanket that I had managed to stuff into my bag pack the night we ran away from grandpa's house. I had packed food too, ad Bo and I had had a light meal.
I couldn't help thinking that maybe I hadn't made a good decision by bringing Bo along. Though our likely separation by Aunt Esther had been the reason for our rash actions. By the third day, we ran out of both food and money. Worst of all, Bo fell sick. I felt very helpless.
By nightfall I had no choice. I did think of stealing food and medicine for Bo, but I know I can never do it. My hands start shaking every time and I feel shivers down my back. I was never a thief and I doubt my mom would want me to start stealing now. Even if it is for Bo. So I grab Bo by his hand and walked out into the streets. I am determined to walk up to a policeman and tell him the whole story to make sure Bo is returned to Aunt Esther. At least he won't die of starvation and pneumonia if he was with her.
I keep walking randomly in the streets, but there is not a single policeman in sight. Actually, not a single soul in sight. But I keep walking on anyways, with Bo coughing really worrisomely by my side.
But as we round a corner, Bo falls down, breathing heavily. I crouch down beside him, scared beyond measure. His forehead burns under my palm and I have no idea what to do. The street is deserted and I can't see or hear anyone nearby at all. There are no houses on the street either. The icing on the particularly troublesome cake is that it starts raining heavily. Large, cold drops that feel more like ice than like water.
I carry him and try to make my way to the nearest hospital. Of course, it doesn't help that this city is a maze of streets and canals. "Great!", I think sarcastically feeling like a half drowned rat in a flooded maze. I don't much attention as I walk what with trying to carry Bo that I walk headlong into someone knocking them down. "Sorry." I apologize and a pair of startled grey eyes look at me while I offer that someone, who turns out to be a girl around my age actually, my hand to help her up.
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The identity of the Grey-Eyed Girl is not a mystery, is it? :P
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