Thursday, February 19, 2009

Secret part 2

The storybook lit up as if by saying the name it came to life. Emily opened the book slowly, a gust of wind swooshed by pushing her into the storybook. Emily fell towards the ground. With a loud thump she hit the ground. Grunting in pain, She looked up to see a boy laying in the shade of a tree. “This isn’t real this isn’t real” she said to herself and stared at the boy lying under the tree. “Oh my god he’s dead!” She squeaked. “No I’m not dead,” he said sitting up and smiling at her. “I’m Zane. Dead ... Zane… they sound nothing alike.” He said as he uncrossed his legs. “I’m sorry, but where am I?” Emily asked as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Zane looked up at her and sighed. “I was hoping you could tell me.” He said as he took a breath. “But I don’t know why you’d know after all you just got here.” He said stretching. “How long have you been here?” Emily asked looking at the boy. “Well…” he said in a mumble. “Sorry I couldn’t hear you.” She said waiting for his answer. He coughed and said “Five minutes…” he said and Emily slammed her head against her hands. “That doesn’t help at all!” she said and Zane stood up dusting the dirt off his pants. He walked over to Emily and put out his hand as to offer her help up. She gladly took it and rose to her feet. “ And your name?” boy said. Emily gazed at Zane’s dark long messy hair. His emerald eyes locked onto her copper eyes. “Emily” she said dusting herself off. “Well Emily, shall we take a walk?” Zane asked already walking off through the bushes. “Were are we going?” Emily asked as she rushed to keep up with Zane. “Beats me” he replied and held a tree branch up for Emily. “But as soon as we find other people we’ll have to get you out of that uniform and into something comfy.” He said with a kind smile on his face. Emily smiled back as she walked under the branch. She took about two steps and snagged her foot on a root. The bushes raddled and shook. Emily jumped to her feet. The bushes had eyes, they stared at them… Watching their every move.

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