The Lost Girl

The Lost Girl

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"No one's been in them woods for years - not after what happened to the girl from the farm"

Maple Jennings is a ordinary girl who lives with her parents and 2 sisters Olive and Kate in a small town far from normal civilization. Maple is a very adventurous girl and being stuck in a little town where nothing happens is like a death sentence. She often stares dreamily out her bedroom window at the forest way in the distance surrounding the whole town. For her whole life something has pulled her towards going in that forest, exploring it's untold mysteries, but she never thought this harmless adventure could go so very wrong.
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Summary

"No one's been in them woods for years - not after what happened to the girl from the farm"

Maple Jennings is a ordinary girl who lives with her parents and 2 sisters Olive and Kate in a small town far from normal civilization. Maple is a very adventurous girl and being stuck in a little town where nothing happens is like a death sentence. She often stares dreamily out her bedroom window at the forest way in the distance surrounding the whole town. For her whole life something has pulled her towards going in that forest, exploring it's untold mysteries, but she never thought this harmless adventure could go so very wrong.

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Submitted: January 31, 2017

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"A slight stroke of the blue.... a swish of the green...and done!" I lean back in my chair admiring my month-long project with pride. I used nearly all my good paints but it was worth it to see the once plain canvas exploding with the colours of nature. I push back my chair and hold my painting up to the light, making my multi-coloured field bloom to life. I smile and bite my lip - a nasty habit according to my mother that makes me look 'un ladylike'. As if I care whether I look un ladylike or not, I've stopped caring about what my mother thinks of me long after I realized my sisters are all she cares about. The only one who appreciates me for who I am is father and he is always out on the farm working all day so my mother and sisters can go to town making my life miserable while he's out. I sit the canvas back down carefully on my desk, where it'll stay until Father can get some good tape to stick it on my wall. I pack up what's left of my paints and ease them into my arts draw which is nearly empty except for a couple paintbrushes and pencils. Oh how I wish mother would give me some pocket money so I could spend all day in the crafts shop, looking at all the wonderful paints and pencils and easels and actually buy something. But no mother says that since Olive and Kate are older they deserve pocket money more than I and more importantly 'won't spend it on silly paints'. I assure you painting is not silly it is an immensely fun and rewarding hobby that I hope I can do as a job one day. All Olive and Kate spend their money on is stupid clothes which is all they really care about. At least my hobby is creative and uses skill, theirs is just trying on clothes, wearing them for a day then shoving them back in their wardrobe. I lie down on my bed my arms behind my head, enjoying the peace and quiet. Saturday is my day off from chores and I always spend it up in my lovely room, where a little window allows sun to light up the walls and make my paintings come to life. I wish I could paint my walls and create the feeling that I'm in deep forest on a sunny day surrounded by butterflies and rabbits. There's a massive forest that surrounds our whole town and I always have a yearning to go into it and explore it's untold mysteries. I love the idea of never knowing what lies ahead, never knowing what's around one corner or where one decision could take you, it keeps life exciting. I suddenly sit up and look out my window at the forest now, it's tall gloomy trees casting a shadow over the whole village, their branches waving stiffly. Maybe I could go out there... just for a tiny bit, Mother won't even notice as she's too busy cooking dinner and Olive and Kate will just assume I'm off to the crafts store. I spring up from my bed and quickly grab my little notebook and pencil and shove them into my little bag which I sling over my neck which then hangs loosely by my waist. I can't believe I'm really going out there, something I've been waiting to do for nearly my whole life! I feel butterflies inside my stomach as I creep down the hallway and down the stairs. Mother is standing at the bottom of the stairs, her back turned to me and her head deep in a recipe book. If there was any a good time to do it, it'd be now. I take a deep breath and softly run down the stairs, around the corner and out the front door. 
 
I walk briskly trying to put as much distance between me and the house before Mother notices I'm gone. I take in a deep breath, pleased to be out of that stuffy room and into some fresh air. Birds chirp happily as they swoop above my head and into their hideouts in the trees. It's such a lovely day I feel almost criminal for spending most of it inside. I continue walking down  the lane of houses and take a sharp turn left onto a path that leads out to a large farm and then finally the forest. I always feel nervous walking past The Farm as a wicked old lady lives there with her husband and she absolutely despises me. Every time she sees me she assumes I'm up to some mischief and questions me endlessly until her old bird comes flying over to her and she quickly hurries away whispering to the bird as it sqwarks into her ear. I'm surprised she can even run a farm anymore she's gone so crazy. A row of trees loom over each side of the path causing shivering chills up my spine and weirdly loud creaks and groans as their old branches move with the wind. I start jogging down the path and come to a large clearing with the farm house just to me left. I crawl along the ground trying to blend in with the grass and get past the farmhouse to the forest before I get noticed. It seems oddly quiet and I crawl past and soon I feel safe enough to rise slowly and then sprint past The Farmhouse and up to the forest. I would go another way but this is the only way I know of that doesn't have large animal traps hidden all around the place. I leap up onto the wooden fence and sit there for awhile, looking out at the endless rows of trees before me and wonder what kind of mysteries lie inside. Suddenly I hear soft footsteps behind me. Without thinking I clutch my bag and when they get right behind my I swing around whacking whoever it is right in the head with it. A loud thud hits the floor. When I look down to see who it is that tried sneaking up on me it gasp. 
"Oh no" I sigh angrily. 


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