OK i have been working on this book for about 2 weeks and i think it’s coming together nicely, now im only 12 and i cant write adult stuff in my book, Just few curse word here and there. so please im not afraid of criticism! here is the first bit of it:
The bright, warm sun shone overhead, beaming down on a Georgian Forest. I brushed a curly, brown strand of hair behind my ear as the sun warmed my skin. I heard the signal call, telling me that lunch was prepared. As I ran back to the base camp, I stopped at the sound of a voice.
“So, you’re a little young to be wondering in these woods alone.” the mysterious man said. “Um, I’m not alone.” I replied. “Well,” the man stated, “where are your parents? Do they know you’re walking alone in the forests?”. Come on, seriously. This dude could be a kidnapper for all I know. That‘s when I ran. As simple and wimpy as it could sound and be, I ran. I heard the man’s calls and footsteps coming after me, and not far behind.
Finally, I entered the magic borders that cut the camp off from the real world, the human world. “Genevieve! Where on Earth have you been? You nearly, you…..never mind. What’s that all over you? Is, is that blood?” Scarlett asked. I had nearly forgotten about how and when I fell and scraped up my left leg. “Oh, that’s nothing. I just fell and sort of got banged up. You know.” I advocated. “No, I don’t know. Anyways,” she told me, “Luke is pissed and wants to see me so, I guess go and find something to do. And do not, do not go back outside the border. Understand?”. I nodded, and with that she was gone.
Here’s the thing about Scarlett, she kind of took on the role of my mom slash guardian after my parents died last spring. She was one of the prettier girls at camp. Long blonde hair, intense green eyes with little flecks of gold and blue. Plus, she always wore the most beautiful dresses I’ve ever seen. I never though of myself of pretty. I had long, curly brown hair(which I hate), tan skin(which make me stand out from the others), and ever changing eyes(that remind me of my mom).
I walked down to the mess hall, or tent. We’re having chicken for the sixth time this week. I grabbed a plate and loaded it with all I could but, still leaving some for the others who haven’t eaten yet. Tonight, I guess we were loading up and moving to yet another deserted forest of town. I sat at a table where I was alone and undisturbed. Suddenly, I see him. A human boy, wandering around the magic borders. He looks about my age, turquoise eyes, and sandy blonde hair that flips to the right. Basically, he’s hot.


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