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Post by vic morgan on Apr 26, 2009 21:29:22 GMT -5
Vic walked slowly through the dense brush of the woods. She was listening to her i-pod. She sang along with P!NKs lyrics. She was still thinking about her sister. Was she still alive? Would she remember her? All questions she didn’t know the anser to. She tripped on a vine and fell into the tall grass.
“Why does it always happen to me” She said to her self. She pulled her self up out of the grass. She walked to a small tree trunk and sat down. She wondered what her sister would look like if she was still alive. Ah she had a idea. She took out her drawing pad and a sharpened pencil. She moved the pencil across the paper. She barly remembered her sister but she could picture her in her mind. She looked down at her drawing. It was some of her best work. She smiled softly.
She come smell something. It wasn’t a werwolve or a human. It was a vampire. She stood up quickly. She had been taught to defend her self when she was with the nomads.
“I know your there. Show your self” she called out into the distance. It was a small chance but she thought it might me her sister.
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