Trouble...I'm so much trouble...What can i do to make everyone's lives better? What can I do?

"A land ruined by fire, warfare, blood, and hate. A land ruined by two people...two people...two people who fell in love...but now hatred towards each other. Two people...who destroyed this land...two people...who won't die...until the other one died.

A girl, a girl about 17. Her long, brown hair flowing in the distant winds. Her golden eyes furious, and full of hatred. She wielded a sword, a sword with a small hilt, and 2 blades in shapes of lightning bolts. They surged with electricity.

A man, a man with his long, flowing silver hair. His golden eyes full of hatred. His sword, a long, big sword by his side. He held it tightly.
Both of them, soiled this land with their hatred towards another. They both...fought to the end. But...in the end...only one survived. The one that survived was the man. The girl did survive...but was never found"

Our history teacher spoke those words, Mrs. Childs. She spoke them out of our history book, " Call to freedom," When she spke those words, about the man and the woman, I felt something inside of me surge. My heart jumped? No! Did my heart skip a beat? No! I just felt...hatred, sorrow, and like I wanted revenge. I never found out why I had those feelings, but I knew, they meant something. On my way home, I kept quiet on the bus. I looked out the window, I had another feeling, like I knew something was going to happen. I got off the bus, and walked home, looking down, still having those feeings. Those words that our teacher spoke, they kept ringing in my head.

As soon as I got home, I realised I was alone. I didn't know where mom, Hannah and Emma went, but I went straight to my room. I opened my history book, finding the page. Mrs. Childs didn't want to read on, I remembered, as she read those words, she looked at me, and closed the book, and decided to do something else instead. Well, I wanted to find out what happened next.

I looked at the page, finding out where she left off, and read on. It took me two hours to read that whole section. I had falen asleep reading the end of it, and still, my parents weren't here. It was past seven o-clock. Dad would've been here by now.

I woke up, still seeing no one home, decided to go on a bike ride. I got on, and rode around the neighborhood. I decided to climb that huge hill. So, I got off, and walked myself and my bike up it. When I did get to the top, I could see most of out small town of Okechobee. The wind was blowing hard at the top,and it was blowing towards the forest nearby. I smiled, and got on my bike. I took of down the hill. I was going alittle fast for me to stop my bike, so it hurdled towards the forst, and inside it. When it did stop, I ran into a root that was above the ground. I flew of the bike, and as hurdled through the forest, landed by a few trees on my stomach.

I sat up, rubbing my head. " Ow! It hurts," I complained. I look up, looking around the forest, trying to find my way out. There, in a clearing, I spotted it. A well. A well? Here in the middle of the forest? I was getting suspicious. I stood up, and walked over to it, peering over the well, my hands on the dry, cracked wood. " It looks like a long drop from here," I said to myself. I sighed, closing my eyes, and not thinking again, sat on the edge of it. I heard a crack, and then the whole thing fell over, making me fall back into the well. I'm not the type of girl who screams, but I did. I let out a loud, horrifing scream that could be heard probably around the forest and the neighborhood.

A small, low scream could be heard near the neighborhood I lived in. A girl was outside walking, when she heard the scream. She had brown hair, and was my best freind. That sounds familiar? Megan? she thought, and decided to folow where the sound came from, which was by the hill. She lookded down, seeing tire tracks. She followed them, and they led into the forest. She looked up, trying to receate the scene in her head that I lost control of my bike and went into the forest. She went in there, following the tire tracks, stopping by a root, seeing my bike there. She walked closer, examining it, recreating that image in her head that my bike ran into the root and sent me flying. She then saw broken pieces of wood nearby, and followed it to see a well with the side broken in. She ran over, looking over the edge. " Megan!" Her voice echoed through the well...but no answer. She stood up straight, and turned around but to fall back down thanks to a piece of papaer flying into her face. She screamed also as she fell in...