• Chapter 1
    Running
    Running. Running faster than lightning and stopping for nothing, not even a breath. I was running so fast that it seemed as though the freckles on my face would fly off into the wind. My wavy red hair falling out of my low ponytail, glistening as though heaven’s light was shining on it. Very abruptly, I took a sharp turn, almost slipping, and found myself in a forest of old ruins. I didn’t care. The only thing that matters is getting away from “Them,” nothing else. All I have to do is find somewhere safe to hide and then I will be fine, for now.
    My name Evelyn. No last name. No middle name. No real family. No nothing. The only thing I have is a pair of very worn down 4-inch high-heels, a blue tank top and brown skirt with an ugly tan sweatshirt that’s big enough to fit around an oak tree, and a half of an old note which I won’t let go of.
    When I finally spot a safe-looking tree around some old ruins, I stop running, and climb the tree without even looking behind me. When I reach what is almost the top, I look around from my perch to see if “Them” followed me out this far. I didn’t see anything but I decided to stay put on the tree for a while and take a long rest.
    I’ve only been sitting in the tree for three minutes but I can’t stop thinking about Char. Char Blandon is who I’ve grown up with all my life. When I was born, my so-called-mother left my in sewage pipe to rot. But a nice and very proper-looking lady heard crying and decided to look for the noise. When she found me, she couldn’t resist taking me in. She had a baby born just the week before but still wanted to take me in, raise me, and call me her own Evelyn. That lady was Mrs. Blandon and Char is her biological daughter, and I, I’m just her adopted/found daughter.
    Ever since I can remember, Char and I have been fighting. We would slap each other and hide each other’s toys. It drove Mrs. Blandon crazy. Since she had to believe ONE of us, and since I wasn’t her real daughter, she always chose to believe Char and I got blamed for everything.
    I hated life, and school, and being proper. Mrs. Blandon always tried to be nice to me and help me fit in, but I wouldn’t let her. I never once called her “Mom,” and I think that’s why she stopped putting up with me, and started to let me make my own decisions. Even though she was always on Char’s side, she loved me and always tried to help me, even when I thought I didn’t want her around.
    By the time Char and I were twelve, we decided we were done with being enemies, and since then, we’ve been best friends and have always looked out for each other, especially two weeks ago, and after we both turned fifteen.