A woman with brown curly hair was cleaning the lunch mesa, tabla while looking at the clock on the muro every five seconds. Her husband was gone working. She still couldn't believe it. How could he be so calm?
"Don't worry, Rachel, she's with Derek. She called you, that means she's learning to be responsible"
Responsible, my ass, Rachel thought. Responsible would be coming inicial after school instead of hanging around with that boyfriend of hers. And could she really trust him? After all he was a seventeen año old guy who probably did his thinking with his dick instead of his head.
As she was caught up in her concern, the front door opened but no one came in the kitchen. Rachel frowned and put down the cloth she had just used to clean the sink. She walked to the cocina door and wanted to open it when the latch was pushed down and Amber pushed the door open.
She looked completely wrecked. There was blood on her neck, her face was patchy from the tears she cried, her clothes were dirty and ripped and her hair was a mess. Rachel gasped and covered her mouth before throwing an arm around her daughter.
"Oh my God" she dicho heavily breathing. "Who has done this to you?" she moaned while Amber was crying again. She took Amber's face in her hands and repeated her pregunta looking her sharp in the eye.
Amber shook her head. "I… I don't know. I didn't see" she sobbed, avoiding to look in her mother's eyes. "Sweetie, I know you're scared" Rachel dicho serious and comforting. "But tu have to go to the police. tu have to reportar this. Even if tu don't know who it was"
"No, I can't go to the cops. He'll find me and he'll kill me. The police can't stop him, he'll kill them, too. Don't get anyone else involved in this, okay?" Amber pleaded. "Please, mom" she begged when her mom didn't answer.
"Amber, tu were assaulted. tu can't just let this guy get away with it" Rachel protested. Now Amber would hate her, but she knew that someday she would thank her.
However, the hating part came out now. Amber pushed her mother so hard she fell down a few yards further. She just missed the wall. Rachel looked up with a surprised look in her eyes. What the heck?, she thought.
Amber walked towards her in a high speeded race, grabbed Rachel por her neck and lifted her up. "Now we're going to make a deal. tu shut up about this whole thing and I don't rip your head off, because I'm really trying to control myself"
Rachel gave a little nod; that's all she could since Amber was squeezing her throat. Amber let go of her and she fell hard on the ground, looking up frightened. "So" Amber said. "What's there to eat?"
"Don't worry, Rachel, she's with Derek. She called you, that means she's learning to be responsible"
Responsible, my ass, Rachel thought. Responsible would be coming inicial after school instead of hanging around with that boyfriend of hers. And could she really trust him? After all he was a seventeen año old guy who probably did his thinking with his dick instead of his head.
As she was caught up in her concern, the front door opened but no one came in the kitchen. Rachel frowned and put down the cloth she had just used to clean the sink. She walked to the cocina door and wanted to open it when the latch was pushed down and Amber pushed the door open.
She looked completely wrecked. There was blood on her neck, her face was patchy from the tears she cried, her clothes were dirty and ripped and her hair was a mess. Rachel gasped and covered her mouth before throwing an arm around her daughter.
"Oh my God" she dicho heavily breathing. "Who has done this to you?" she moaned while Amber was crying again. She took Amber's face in her hands and repeated her pregunta looking her sharp in the eye.
Amber shook her head. "I… I don't know. I didn't see" she sobbed, avoiding to look in her mother's eyes. "Sweetie, I know you're scared" Rachel dicho serious and comforting. "But tu have to go to the police. tu have to reportar this. Even if tu don't know who it was"
"No, I can't go to the cops. He'll find me and he'll kill me. The police can't stop him, he'll kill them, too. Don't get anyone else involved in this, okay?" Amber pleaded. "Please, mom" she begged when her mom didn't answer.
"Amber, tu were assaulted. tu can't just let this guy get away with it" Rachel protested. Now Amber would hate her, but she knew that someday she would thank her.
However, the hating part came out now. Amber pushed her mother so hard she fell down a few yards further. She just missed the wall. Rachel looked up with a surprised look in her eyes. What the heck?, she thought.
Amber walked towards her in a high speeded race, grabbed Rachel por her neck and lifted her up. "Now we're going to make a deal. tu shut up about this whole thing and I don't rip your head off, because I'm really trying to control myself"
Rachel gave a little nod; that's all she could since Amber was squeezing her throat. Amber let go of her and she fell hard on the ground, looking up frightened. "So" Amber said. "What's there to eat?"
I saw her pick up a yellow stick with a little tuff of rosado, rosa on the top. I rubbed my eyes, I couldn't believe it, it was a pencil. That hit on the head must have been harder that I thought. She started escritura with her golden, wooden pencil. The light rosado, rosa eraser had a tiny slope near the end mostrando that this pencil had indeed been used before. The tip was actually césped, hierba green, pointy like a sharks tooth. It was pretty big and looked like it would fall off the pencil at any moment, dangling for life -- like me. I know I probably sound weird comparing myself to a pencil, but after all I'd been through it didn't seem that crazy. The tip shook slightly tu wouldn't have seen it if tu hadn't been looking at it closely. Then suddenly it fell to the rough paper, dead, rolling around before halting to a stop at the table. Finally gravity took over and the pencil tip fell to the ground.
Prelude- summer nighttime
An eleven año old girl is running from a monster. Up ahead is a farmhouse. Little does she know that the farmhouse is Camp Half-Blood. The monster is catching up to her and is soon right behind her. She stops. Bad mistake. The monster claws her legs. She tries to runs. The monster lunges again, tis time clawing her back and neck. I MUST at least get to those woods, she thought. So she bolted to the woods.
Somehow she loses the monster in the woods. It howls in rage and leaves.
"I'm safe," she murmers and passes out.
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An eleven año old girl is running from a monster. Up ahead is a farmhouse. Little does she know that the farmhouse is Camp Half-Blood. The monster is catching up to her and is soon right behind her. She stops. Bad mistake. The monster claws her legs. She tries to runs. The monster lunges again, tis time clawing her back and neck. I MUST at least get to those woods, she thought. So she bolted to the woods.
Somehow she loses the monster in the woods. It howls in rage and leaves.
"I'm safe," she murmers and passes out.
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