The four girls walked through the forest, following Cerise. She looked like she knew where she was going so obviously they will follow her.
"Hey, Cerise? uh, where are we going?"
The silence was her answer, the only words anyone heard was from Blondie mumbling. Who was desperately trying to untangle the leaves and sticks from her wet hair, but it seemed like every time she took one out, she found another one.
"Stupid twigs...stupid long walks...stupid people...stupid beautiful hair...stupid these stupid that..."
And it stayed like that for over an hour of walking.
Soon the forest became gloomier, which for some reason Blondie thought looked familiar, and she was unwillingly craving a bowl of pourage, a warm bed, and a chair that was just right. Apple briefly found the creepy vive some what familiar, and Cerise knew her way around inside out.
''Hey Cerise? Can you just say where were going already?''
''Were almost there''
''I'm getting tired!'' Kitty meowed, stretching.
''And I'm hungry!''
''Same''
''Be quiet were you burning my ears''
''Where not that loud''
''Yeah well where here.''
The three girls stared in awe at...a tree. Or at least they thought it was a tree. It was awfully crooked and old, with patches of moth around the moist dark bark.
''What is these?''
''Just follow me''
Cerise walked in true the rusty hole in the trunk first, followed by a wearley Blondie and Apple, and a bored Kitty who simply pushed them inside and jumped in.
They traveld true a long dirt made slide into a gray cement room, with other rooms connected to it. There wasn't much to it, just a small fridge, a microwave, and an old style oven for a kitchen. Some sleeping bags in one room, and a bathroom in another, and a few smaller rooms.
'Whoa, what the heck is these?'' Blondie asked, delighted she wasn't walking anymore.
''I'm not even sure myself. I used to come here a lot to escape..something. I guess I know my way around the forest, but since my memory is like these, I needed it to be quiet to concentrate. So I made you all shut up.'' Cerise answered.
''I suppose we could stay here...''Blondie said, but her sentence was cut short when she realized weight was taken off back. She turned around to see Kitty holding a backpack.
''A backpack…?''
''Guess we were so busy running away from those bastards to notice.''
''Well open it.!''
''ok ok ok...geesh Kitty ?''
Kitty handed her the bag as they all sat on the floor, Blondie opening her bag.
''There're some water..some sacks...headphones...a charger of some sort...and...MY MIRRORPAD!'' She exclaimed, hugging her blue yellow laced tablet to her chest. She never realized how much she loved this thing until now.
''Maybe we can communicate to someone to help us?''
''Well who are we suppose to communicate? Doubt anyone would have helped us.''
''There's no signal anyway, but there is a window I must have opened and never closed. It's something called a Mirror Blog. Apparently it's a website I created for something called my mirror cast.'' Blondie said, scrollling down the un-updated page due to no wi-fi.
''Well is there anything useful?'' Apple asked.
''Its hasn't been updated, but there is some type of quote I posted once.''
She turned the screen to face them.
-October**, **** 9:46pm-
'''There are something in life you can't change, and the only answer we think of in the end is to run away''
An all too true quote a best friend forever after once wrote.'
''It's the last post up to I guess this day.'' The girls furrowed their eyebrow's in thought when something had jogged Apple's memory. But now was not the time to state anything out loud.
I wrote that in my diary...
(FLASHBACK)
Apple layed across her red covered bed with tinted golden swirls and lights above her crown shaped bed frame. Her contrasting icy blue furred coated diary that was usually locked away was open in front of her, a golden pen in her right hand.
She was depressed, annoyed even. Frustrated at herself. She was sick at these. How can she tell other people to follow their destiny, when she really just wished her's dissapeared in thin air. If it weren't for how much she cared for her mother and story, she would have been a rebel dressed in blue by now. A rebel with nothing to hide to be exact.
The pen in her hand started to frost, and she imminently dropped it when her door opened revealing her best friend forever after voice.
''Hey Apple! Guess what?''
Apple didn't look up to see her face, she was more worried about the fact she might have noticed her frosted pen, so she hid it under her pillow, and locked her diary away shut.
But not before her friend caught a glimpse of a thought she wrote.
'''There are something in life you can't change, and the only answer we think of in the end is to run away''