Aaeston

" Wake up ," a hoarse voice mumbled, kicking my leg repeatedly.  I moaned from the kicking, stretching due to my back pain, fluttering my eyes open. I had never slept on the floor except for the past three days . I cursed at him, getting kicked again. It is not my fault that i am here. To begin with, i have no idea where i am at. Surrounded by tough and aggressive men with rifles, i sighed at my fate. I dusted off the dirt on the rag i have been sleeping on for the past few days and folded it neatly.

Let me introduce myself. I am Sandra Bragg, 20 this year and from a small town called Stanmore. I am the only child to my parents, thankfully, as i never liked the idea of having a sibling. I resembled my mother - 5"5', tan skin, hazel brown eyes and long dark brown hair in curls. I touched my hair in disgust - i had not showered for the past three days. Yucks. If there was one thing i could wish for right now, it has to be a long shower and a cup of hot chocolate. Oh, I forgot! All i had was plain breads upon my arrival here. I tried conversing with them but it ends up with "Shut Up!" . I leaned back on the pillar nearby, waiting for their next "command." I stared at them, mumbling to each other, in a foreign language. One of them came towards me with a paper bag , which i assume had bread in it, ordering me to eat . True enough, it was a bread. A stale bread. I was starving so i ate it without complaining.

The truck grumbled to life and pretty much that's all i could hear. All i can see is darkness- they blindfolded me and are ought to bring me to i have no idea where again. If there is one important thing you guys should know about me is that i simply cannot stop talking. The past three days had been hard and i can't control any longer. "Hi guys. Can i know where are we going? Can you take off my blindfold? I am bored, please talk to me? Is there a nearby food restaurant? Can i get some food?" Simply no replies. I gave up and kept quiet. The truck begun moving and i was dumped at the back with a bunch of men. I was hungry and bored so i fell asleep again.

The tugging at my arm would'nt stop and i stretched hitting on of the men in the face. Oops. I immediately apologised and the truck came to a halt. They grabbed me by my arm and guided me down the truck. Not exactly guided,  dragged will be a more appropriate word. They took off my blindfold and my eyelids began to batter, and while slightly cracking open, i was exposed to the sight of a rural area. The sun has gone to rest, the moon takes his place, as darkness swept over the landscape. I looked around in confusion and i saw a signage with writings on it. I focused on it and  it was the name of this location or somewhat "rural area."

Aaeston.