Thursday, October 6, 2011

Chapter 2

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It was my 16th birthday and the housemother at the orphanage had allowed me a day out. It was a beautiful day in Riverview, until that fateful moment….

My name’s Mikayla Westmore….I was sitting under a tree, listening to beautiful sounds of God’s creatures, when a man came out of nowhere and attacked me. He had muscles the size of large watermelons, making him too strong for me to push off me. I screamed for help, and he hit me, swearing that he’d kill me if I didn’t shut up. All I could do was pray that he wouldn’t kill me.

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When he was done, he pulled me up and started to hit me again. “No, please don’t hurt me anymore!!!”, I screamed, throwing my hands up in front of my face. I prayed for the strength to stop him from killing me…

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I only pushed him to keep him from hitting me, and taking advantage of me again. I didn’t mean to kill him. When he fell, he hit his head on a large rock, and blood splattered all over his face.

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I panicked and the only thing I knew to do was hide what I had done. I dragged him further past the trees, out of sight, and gathered plenty of wood, then I burned the body of the man who had raped and beat me. I knew I had to run away, run away fast, never to return.

Chapter 1

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If only my best friend knew my biggest secret…..

My name's Micky West and the guy in the green isTheodore (Theo) Lum. He and I have been best buds since I moved here, to Sunset Valley, one month ago.
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We fish together, play sports together, and camp out together. If only I could tell him what I have been harboring from the world, for the past month.
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As I did my homework, I got a funny feeling in my stomach. After figuring out why, I could no longer concentrate on my homework.
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I immediately ran upstairs to my bed, knowing that I could never return to school. All the guys would laugh in my face and wonder how a boy had managed to be pregnant. And, more importantly, why would Theo ever want to be seen with me again? Wishing I were never born,  I cried myself to sleep that night.