The last nightA Story by Jennifer Volkmannthis is part of my book the last night, it is about a girl named alice macy and she runs away fro home and that is all i can tell you or i will give it away The
Last Night I started off
running, my feet hitting the ground, my cuts and scars exposing my own blood
that now dribbles down to my feet. The pain is
exhausting and is making me fell very weary, but I try my hardest to keep
running. Suddenly I trip over spraying my dark red blood on the dry ground. I
scream and then close my eyes. I wake up in my cramped little bedroom; I need
some air, after that intense dream. I get dressed and
grab my turquoise jacket from my cupboard, then I jump out of my window, my
parents will not realise or care that I’m gone. Running away is scary for some
people, but people like me, who have parents who barley care about their child,
it is not scary at all. I do regret
running away now, but then I didn’t, I knew I would probably not ever se my
parents again, but as I said I need some air. I am wearing my
watch, and have quickly packed all of my things; I didn’t really get much from
my parents. I look at my watch, it is five o’clock in the morning, I have
plenty of time to run away. I wonder where I
will go? Maybe I will go to the place I was running to in my dream, I saw the
name of the school in front of me ‘Hope and Honour Boarding School’. But first
I have to find out where it is. I decide to ask a man that is standing at the
end of the street. He looks at me
like he was waiting for me, I had the urge to turn on to the next street and
ask, but for some bizarre reason I didn’t. “Hello, sir, I
need your help with directions,” I say He points to himself. “Yes, you.” I
tell him. “ Glad to be of
service to someone like you mi’lady.” He says. He looks and
sounds like he is in his thirties. “Do you know
where ‘Hope and Honour Boarding School’ is.” I ask him. “ What is your
name?” The man asked. “Alice Macy,
what’s your name.” “Henry Scalavich,
I work at that school I’m waiting for a bus, or would you like to walk walking
is much quicker, plus we have a hidden location.” Then he breathes in through
his nose, and it looks like he is straing himself from something. I start
walking and he knows that I mean we should walk. So we walk for about two hours
I’m huffing and puffing, and I haven’t seen him huff or puff. There is
something different about him in other words he fells to me like he is inhuman. But who am I
kidding, he is like I have always wanted my dad to be like, I wanted my dad to
help me. “Where here.”
Said Henry with an excited tone in his voice. I nod and look
around and almost faint, this looks like the scene of my dream! My chest
suddenly feels tight and Henry catches me when I fall, Henry drags me
into his arms and carries me to the school. From that moment on I regretted
leaving home. I wake up the
next morning in a room I have never seen before, the curtains are a dull red,
my bed is purple with dark red paint splashed on it. Wait a second that is not
dark red paint, it is blood, it is all
over my quilt covers, my pillows and there is a bite on my fore arm that only
hurts when I look at it. I let out a scream, but I know it will not help. But that was just
me, I heard feet padding quickly on the floor and voices too. Suddenly, five
girls about my age, came to me, they looked like nice people. They mumbled
something to each other but my ears are not working properly, since my scream
literally woke up everyone still sleeping. One of the five girls walked up to
me, she had black hair, brown eyes and she was wearing a webbed short dress. “Girls, could you
please get her some clothes and some petal powder for her bite.” She said in a
soft fairy-like voice. She shot me a sweet smile and took my wrist and put me
on a chair. “Mr.Scalavich has
done this, you should not trust him, oh by the way, I’m Latara, my parents
liked Lara and Tara so the put them together your name?” “Alice, h-h-how
o-o-old are y-y-you?” I asked with a shiver in my voice this place scares me,
but I try my best not to show it. “Six-teen, and
you are too I knew that.” She answers. The girls come back with a blood red dress with
black jewellery and gold stilettos, and a bag of back powder. “Thankyou.” I
say, and all five of them leave.
So I did what the letter said and copied the steps four times, got
dressed and went downstairs. Latara was waiting for me, she had a makeup purse,
actually two of them and a bag full of things like hair straighteners and
stuff. I knew it was for me. “ Sit.” She said and she directed me to a chair. She got a straightener
out and a curling iron and started doing my hair. Half an hour later she
started on my makeup and I haven’t said a word yet. “Done, do you want to look in the mirror?” Latara asks. So I did what the letter said and copied the steps four times, got
dressed and went downstairs. Latara was waiting for me, she had a makeup purse,
actually two of them and a bag full of things like hair straighteners and
stuff. I knew it was for me. “ Sit.” She said and she directed me to a chair. She got a straightener
out and a curling iron and started doing my hair. Half an hour later she
started on my makeup and I haven’t said a word yet. “Done, do you want to look in the mirror?” Latara asks. A/N: I wrote this book when I was 11 and have no obligations to continue or complete this story. I am currently working on something else though so I will post that soon. But I'll just keep this story up for old times sake, I guess.
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5 Reviews Added on June 26, 2010 Last Updated on November 3, 2013 AuthorJennifer VolkmannAustraliaAboutI joined this website when I was 11 and I'm so embarrassed to be honest. But I still write and yeah... more..Writing
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