Well, I've gotten four gonna-happens (YFWE, teenchic2004, kIrEigIrL, ADJL-Freakazoid), so I guess I could maybe somehow go ahead and post the second chapter...
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"Sirah," a voice whispered in the breeze. The girl quickly shaded her face again. It had sounded like...her mother's voice. Then she shook her head. It was only her mind playing her. She turned around and started walking down the street again, staring at the sidewalk as she did so.
She hit the ground on her tailbone and cried out in pain. She looked up as a hand was offered. Her green eyes could be seen in the shadow cast over her face, and she took the hand. She was brought up to her feet and turned to walk away. The same hand that had just helped her grabbed her right shoulder and spud her around, the hood of her cloak falling behind her.
"What do you want from me?" she cried out. All she wanted was to be left alone. She looked up at the person who was holding her hostage. A young man in his late teens with black hair and dark eyes. He wore a red jacket and khaki pants. He was a human. She hated humans. They had taken her parents away from her.
"I want you to come with me," he said. "You need somewhere to sleep, and I know just the place." A smile passed the man's lips and she looked at the ground.
"No," she said. "I won't go with you. I won't go with anybody. You're kind killed my parents." She looked up at him. "I don't trust you people. I won't trust you. I can't...trust...huma--" The girl fell to the ground. She was either weak, tired, or possibly both. The young man easily picked her up and began walking towards his original destination.
The girl opened her eyes to see a white ceiling. She sat up and looked around. She was in a room. How had she gotten here?
"Oh good, you're awake," a voice said, and the young man she recognized from earlier came into the room. The girl suddenly realized that her cloak was missing. The man gave her a cup filled with some brown liquid and she smelled it. After deciding that it wouldn't harm her, she took a sip of it. It was hot, and it scalded her tongue. She put the cup on the table beside her and finally looked up at the man.
"You're trying to hurt me, aren't you?" she accused. The man looked surprised.
"N-no. I must have made it too hot. Let it cool down some, then drink it," he said. The girl decided to look around. She was sitting on a bed, and the walls were covered with photos of different things. Some were of skateboarders, some were of one human girl with a microphone, and some were of dragons.
"Why wouldn't you try to hurt me?" she asked. "You're a human."
"No I'm not," he said. "I'm not a human."
"But you look like one and you act like one," the girl said. The man smiled.
"Have you ever heard of the American Dragon?" he asked.
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Okay, that's Chapter 2. I hope you like it. I do.
