OK for the next week I think my chapters will be short!! Sorry 'bout last chapter I was just really bored!! :D :P Well the TWT characters will be popping in soon. Review and no flames please!!
I woke up in a hut, with a large women wringing out a cloth beside me. She had the same tone in color as the man, and wore exotic clothing. The women turned to me and smiled.
"Hello little one. Are you alright? My husband says you have fainted." She put the cool cloth against my head. It felt nice compared to the rest of my sweltering body.
"Where-where am I?" I asked her. "Who are you?" I asked.
"You are at our hut, and I am Marlene. And you are?"
"Damien Maslin." Marlene told me to lay down and then she began cleaning. Soon she started a soup.
"This soup – It's for you." Marlene pointed to me. I felt ashamed. I did my research and knew that people had a lot to do here, and now she was making me soup? It was a very large and tight woven basket. Marlene filled the pot with enough water to feed ten nearly.
"Oh, I'm fine. You really don't have to."
"No, it's OK." She insisted. "I have other little people, but littler! We've been getting many strangers here now days. You would like them, 3 boys and 3 girls. So cute! Usually they are away searching for something, I'm not sure what." Marlene looked out the window to a stick, standing straight in the air.
"This stick says they should be coming home soon, they never stay out past 6, and it is 5 now." I still felt a bit bad about the soup, so I offered to do a little cleaning.
"Cleaning is no problem, little one. But we do have a few weeds that may be picked if you would like." I nodded and went outside. The air was a tad cooler, but still just as humid. The hut was a decent size, enough to live snugly in. I picked weeds for an hour, which went by really fast. I was just about to go in when I heard voices.
"Another day, another failure. Are you sure it was here Jodie?" A male voice asked.
"Of course Fred! I haven't been wrong yet! And besides, none of this would be happening if someone didn't have to go to the library and forget The Book!" Jodie, I believe her name was, snapped. Another person sighed.
"I didn't mean to leave it, and I didn't mean for it to get donated to the Brooklyn House of Night." A different male voice said a bit wearingly.
"Well, thanks a lot Joe." So his name was Joe. The different female voice spoke. "I bet you didn't also expect for it to be donated to the House of Night in Tulsa, did you?"
"No, he didn't!" A new male voice said.
"Samantha! Sam! Please quit arguing!" A frightened girl spoke up.
"Freddi, don't worry! We'll get home soon. I promise." The girl named Samantha spoke. I heard them getting closer. And closer. Even closer. I felt a finger on my back.
"Who are you?"
Cliffhanger! Sorry, time-crunch! Review!