Disclaimer: I only own my own characters

Sorry the chapters aren't very long, i'll try and make them longer as i get better at writing.


Chapter One:

I rummaged through the cupboard trying to find something that was actually edible. There was nothing. So I moved on to the fridge. Still nothing. I moved onto the freezer. Really? Was it so impossible to find food that I wanted to eat?

My eyes fell upon a pot of ben and jerry's ice cream. Finally I had found something worth eating! I knew Dad wouldn't be happy but I didn't care. Dad had always disapproved of me eating junk food. He made me eat a healthy balanced diet but on a rare occasion I would find something unhealthy and would be able to eat it without him knowing.

The pot was so cold that the lid had actually stuck to the pot. After about five minutes I gave up and ripped the lid in order to get it off. Satisfied I got a spoon and sat in front of the TV with the pot.

I didn't eat all the ice cream, when I had eaten half I felt a little queasy so I put it to one side and sat watching my favourite show. I knew it was a waste of ice cream because it would melt and when it was re-frozen it wouldn't taste nearly so nice but I really couldn't be bothered to get off the sofa and put it back in the freezer.

"Myra! What is that?" my father's voice made me jump.

I turned to face him and I knew that he wasn't happy. He was looking at the pot of ice cream on the floor next to the sofa. I picked it up and offered it to him.

"Do you want some?" I asked with a smile.

"Myra," he sighed deeply. "Why would I want half-melted ice cream? And you know that's not what I mean. Put it back," he instructed.

Using my annoyed face, I got off the sofa and walked out to the kitchen before putting the ben and jerry's back into the freezer without the lid on.

I looked out of the kitchen window at the lovely summer sunshine. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the long grass in the back garden. The small summer breeze made the long stalks of wild grass wave around me. I closed my eyes and smiled with the warm sun rays soaking through my black hoodie. Who could ask for a better way to spend a day?

To be quite honest I lived in the middle of nowhere. My dad had bought a small house along with a few neighbouring fields when I was two after my mother had died. My father said that we lived out here for my own safety but he never justified that reason whenever I asked him.

To be perfectly honest, I got bored and lonely a lot. Dad home-schooled me and so I never really met any people … apart from the postman. He was friendly but he was way older than me so I couldn't exactly count him as a friend.

I opened my eyes when the warm rays from the sun seemed to disappear. Standing over me was a man.

"Hello love," he smiled.

I opened my mouth to ask him who the hell he was but his hand covered it before I could even take in a breath to speak with. I let out a muffled scream before I felt something hard connect with my head and then i was left in blackness.