Gamzee (2014-07-10 13:59:17)

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Series written by me, will be continued through the comments section due to the lack of a computer.

The sun hung brightly in the widespread sky, puffy white clouds floating aimlessly through the atmosphere, looking as if they were close enough to the solid ground to touch. The outgrowing tree branches, however, blocked out most of the sky's beauty with their high canopy. All was peaceful and tranquil, the breeze causing branches to sway to-and-fro like calm and collected hula dancers. Though it did seem all was calm and cooled, that was not the case. The silence had been abruptly broken by the sound of feet hitting the ground quickly, heels digging into the dirt with every loud thud! Of sneekers upon solid ground. There, running down the path like a straight lightning bolt, was a young woman. She looked to be 5'2, with silky soft blonde hair that had been highlighted with shades of cerulean and indigo. Her eyes were a bright sky-blue, and she wore a thin gray shirt with a heart on the chest over a black-and-white striped tank top with blue jean shorts and black sneekers. Her skin was lightly tanned and her lips were blump like fresh cherries, she had a tiny nose-which most people thought was cute-which was a bit red. It was perfectly clear she was in panic, running as fast as she possibly could through the long winding woods. She tried to hold in her frightened cries, obviously not wanting her pursuer to find her. She came to a clearing in the woods, a road where cars had not been for quite some time. Across the old street, sat an old petite house with worn out shutters and busted windows. Her feet skid across the blacktop in her haste to get somewhere to hide. She nearly plunged into the driveway before she swung open the door and slammed it shut behind her. Breathing heavily, she looked around the small home. It was obviously abandoned, burnt-out from the inside. This place was clearly uninhabitable, but she honestly didn't care. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she hugged her knees tightly, shuttering in fear while a male's voice called her name. She gripped the lighter in her pocket, flicking it on as she began to watch the flame glow brightly. She then threw the lighter across the already burnt house where a fire started back up. Smiling, she relaxed and held out her arms, awaiting her blazing fate. However, after sitting there for awhile, she blacked out while a fire engine could be heard in the distance.

Hours later, the younge woman awoke in a hospital bed, vision blurred and breath raspy. "Awake now, I see."
"What happened.. ?"
"You went unconscious due to smoke inhalation."
The woman paused, thinking back to the fire. Why didn't they let me die? Her thoughts however, were interrupted by the doctor standing over her. "Miss, what is your full name?"
"Amalia Duggan Cranz"
"Age?"
"19"
"Date of birth?"
"December second, 1995."
"Thank you, Amalia."

Who was chasing Amalia? Why is she so shaken? Comment if you want more!

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