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**Author's Note:** This story is so badly written. Sooo badly written. I don't want to do it, anymore... except this chapter is changing my mind. I was so set on not writing anything, and then I started this and it was so different, so much better. I like it much more, personally. When I'm done the whole story I might leave it up, but just as likely, I might take it down. Just know, this is entirely different from how it started, definitely in a good way.
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Emily walked behind a tall house into a lush green garden. The full bushes with exotic red flowers gave Lilja a hiding spot, and peering through the leaves, she watched the yard. Emily looked around nervously, like a child taking a cookie when nobody is looking. Then she went to the wall of the house, and looked up.
"San, throw down the rope!", she hissed. Lilja could barely hear from the bushes. Anticipation clutched at her stomach and she leaned forward, trying not to snap a twig or rustle the leaves. A think rope plummeted from a high window, landing on the ground with the softest imaginable thud. Emily easily climbed the rope and heaved herself through the dark window.
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Lilja waited in the bushes for hours. The damp chill of evening settled into her clothes, but she only waited shivering. She was about to leave when a light went on in the high window. Watching attentively, Lilja saw a silhouette creep out of the frame, down the wall and out of the garden. Still she waited.
Lilja felt her lids becoming heavy, and she knew sleep would take her if she didn't move soon. She decided that Emily was gone for good now, and she slipped out of the green shelter. Luckily for her, the rope was still hanging down the wall. She placed her hands on the worn threads, old but strong. With careful steps she pulled herself up the wall. The rough brick scraping her jeans sounded louder than a Super bowl crowd in the otherwise silent yard. Out of breath, Lilja could barely climb the last few steps to the window.
The room was black, and Lilja froze, afraid of unseen objects, or more specifically the noises they would make. She took shallow breaths, and heard faint breathing from across the room.
Walking with extreme care, Lilja approached the sound. She ran into... something, at one point, but simply moved around it and continued on her path, her arms extended to check for obstacles. This saved her from two more collisions, before she reached a bed. Suddenly she realized she had no idea what to do, how to wake up the sleeping boy.
Gently, Lilja felt around for his shoulder. She found the warm corner of his body, and squeezed faintly. The boy slept through the light pressure, and she gently shook him. A sigh made her stop, and she felt the boy stretch.
"Emily?" The tiny voice nearly brought her to tears, calling for the only mother left to him. She wondered what it was like to be San, in an attic all of his life. Was it truly better for him than his home would have been, with his true parents?
"I'm not Emily, San, but I need you to trust me. I'm a friend of hers, and I need to talk to you." Lilja blinked as a bright light flicked on and her eyes began to water. She looked at the scared boy's face, anxiously looking at her. Would he trust her?
"I... guess... but Emily would be mad. She's always saying 'don't talk to strangers'." San looked guilty at his defiance, but there was still trust in his eyes. Lilja smiled and almost hugged the small boy in her relief, but managed to hold herself back.
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**Author's Note:** This story is so badly written. Sooo badly written. I don't want to do it, anymore... except this chapter is changing my mind. I was so set on not writing anything, and then I started this and it was so different, so much better. I like it much more, personally. When I'm done the whole story I might leave it up, but just as likely, I might take it down. Just know, this is entirely different from how it started, definitely in a good way.
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Emily walked behind a tall house into a lush green garden. The full bushes with exotic red flowers gave Lilja a hiding spot, and peering through the leaves, she watched the yard. Emily looked around nervously, like a child taking a cookie when nobody is looking. Then she went to the wall of the house, and looked up.
"San, throw down the rope!", she hissed. Lilja could barely hear from the bushes. Anticipation clutched at her stomach and she leaned forward, trying not to snap a twig or rustle the leaves. A think rope plummeted from a high window, landing on the ground with the softest imaginable thud. Emily easily climbed the rope and heaved herself through the dark window.
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Lilja waited in the bushes for hours. The damp chill of evening settled into her clothes, but she only waited shivering. She was about to leave when a light went on in the high window. Watching attentively, Lilja saw a silhouette creep out of the frame, down the wall and out of the garden. Still she waited.
Lilja felt her lids becoming heavy, and she knew sleep would take her if she didn't move soon. She decided that Emily was gone for good now, and she slipped out of the green shelter. Luckily for her, the rope was still hanging down the wall. She placed her hands on the worn threads, old but strong. With careful steps she pulled herself up the wall. The rough brick scraping her jeans sounded louder than a Super bowl crowd in the otherwise silent yard. Out of breath, Lilja could barely climb the last few steps to the window.
The room was black, and Lilja froze, afraid of unseen objects, or more specifically the noises they would make. She took shallow breaths, and heard faint breathing from across the room.
Walking with extreme care, Lilja approached the sound. She ran into... something, at one point, but simply moved around it and continued on her path, her arms extended to check for obstacles. This saved her from two more collisions, before she reached a bed. Suddenly she realized she had no idea what to do, how to wake up the sleeping boy.
Gently, Lilja felt around for his shoulder. She found the warm corner of his body, and squeezed faintly. The boy slept through the light pressure, and she gently shook him. A sigh made her stop, and she felt the boy stretch.
"Emily?" The tiny voice nearly brought her to tears, calling for the only mother left to him. She wondered what it was like to be San, in an attic all of his life. Was it truly better for him than his home would have been, with his true parents?
"I'm not Emily, San, but I need you to trust me. I'm a friend of hers, and I need to talk to you." Lilja blinked as a bright light flicked on and her eyes began to water. She looked at the scared boy's face, anxiously looking at her. Would he trust her?
"I... guess... but Emily would be mad. She's always saying 'don't talk to strangers'." San looked guilty at his defiance, but there was still trust in his eyes. Lilja smiled and almost hugged the small boy in her relief, but managed to hold herself back.
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