��������� A small girl sat under a great pine tree.� She was a thin girl, with shoulder length brown ringlets that hung loosely over her face.� She had vibrant, smoky eyes the color of the sky on a dull and�warm day.� Her lips were tin, yet full.� Her high rise cheekbone was brushed with a bronze glow, as the sun fell into the mountains and her body was swallowed by darkness.� This girl was always here about this time of day, she loved the sunset.� Sometimes she would still be sitting there hours after the sun had disappeared behind the great mountains.� She really wished she could travel with the sun... all around the world.� she wanted to rise above every mountain and soar above every ocean.� But most of all, she wanted out.� Out of this hell hole witch was her life.�
��������� There wasn't really anything wrong with her life, she just didn't like it.� Being trapped on a small farm that was going out of business and spending every second of her time with her dreadful step-mother wasn't her idea of a pleasant life.� Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she was allowed to go hiking in the mountains.� She loved them after all, and was 15 and very responsible.� Yet her Step-mother never let her. There was a reason, of coarse.� It was her dad.� He had died in the mountains, and ever sense, Her new "mom" was terrified of loosing what little company she had on this farm.� It's not like it's very likely for someone to be wandering the mountains alone�and have a mountain biker come along, blow his tire, and one tinny little bolt that held the tire on flew of and hit that person right in the windpipe, cutting open their throat and bringing them to their death.� but, that's how her father had died. so here she was, all alone on this dreadful farm with no friends and only her step-mom and the chickens for company.
A horrible, ear piercing screech ran through her head. you would never guess who. I mean, this farm is so crowded, it could be anyone.
"EMBER!! TIME TO GO TO BED! I SAID NOW!!"
uh-huh. evil step-mother from hell, yelling at me just as the sun went down. what time is it? Like, 7:30 p.m.? god. what a dreadful person. "Yeah. coming, mother...."�I was sure to give some extra emphasis/attitude on 'mother'. She gave one last glance at the mountains, and walked with sorrow in my eyes off to the house. Right then and there, I secretly vowing that before she put her escape-this-hell-hole plan into action, she WAS going into the mountains.
And no one, Not even her step-mother, was getting in the way of her future.