Meggymoo's Not So Littl' Story.

[Meg]

The title says it all. I will post the first chapter.. And if you guys want to read more, tell me....
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[Chapter One]

She walked the hallways of her new school. Brick walls surrounded her, closing in as she hurried past, her long, black hair plastered around her face. Her arms clutched her books as she ran to her next class, trying to follow someone who was in her last class. She turned one corner, and climbed down a staircase. She walked along a hallway, turned once, twice, and climbed another staircase. By the time she had been trying to reach the class she was supposed to be in, she ended up in the one that she had just exited moments before, and all the kids were running to get to their classes on time, leaving her panting in the deserted hallway.

Placing a small, fragile hand against her forehead, she breathed slowly, trying not to flip out. After a few seconds of silence, she peeped out between her fingers, staring right at the walls. These were dark red, rough, brick walls; just brick upon brick to form a wall. As she watched these walls, she noticed something strange, she noticed it was almost like the walls were staring right back at her. She stared back, daring the walls to move in on her, which they slowly began to. First slow, almost unnoticeable, then faster, almost like they were trying to grab her. Like a clock, you watch the hour hand, waiting for it to move, and it stays still; but turn away for a second, and it does move.

Run! A small voice screamed in her mind. She fought to restrain herself, they were just walls, walls can’t move, they just can‘t! Why was she even thinking that they were? Then that sudden launch in her stomach jolted her again, as the small voice once more screeched, Run for your life!

She looked around for a few seconds, with wide, frightened, ice blue eyes; shaped just like a rabbit’s eyes, when it was caught in a snare. Her frightened eyes landed on the left hand corner of the hallway. There in the corner, was a small, inviting window, beckoning to her. It showed very little of the outdoors, but that was enough, to see the bright blue sky, and the endless emptiness beyond. She sighed softly, all of her fears washing away, as she stared out; daydreaming.

Why did you bring us here? This place is too over-crowded and closed in, there aren’t any windows until you get downstairs, well…except for this one.. Curious, this window, it is... The same small, soft, yet annoying voice echoed in her ears. She ignored the small voice, but another came, a deeper, slightly calmer voice, with a slight sound of dominance came with it.

Not my problem you decided that this was the safest place to keep her. She was yours first… I am only here to enjoy the sights.. It came, but though it spoke words that sounded as though it didn’t care about the young girl; but not true, there was a touch of caring in it‘s tone.

Well I am sorry! I thought this was a nice place, and that it would be a good idea to get out and explore, expand our minds a little! Came the response of the first.

Well it sure was a bad idea! Look what panic you got us into! You should be ashamed of yourself!!

Me!? Ashamed? NO! You must forget, it was your idea to escape that scary, white place, with the padded walls! I was rather comfortable there, and you took it away from me, you jerk!

Why you little-

“Stop! Both of you!” She screamed at herself in the empty hallway, banging her head against the brick wall in frustration at the small whisperings in her ear like flies. At her yell, a small, mousey haired teacher poked her head out of her classroom, and glared at her, then slammed the door. She watched the teacher before she slammed the door, and once the resounding echo of the slamming door had faded away, she gave the door of the classroom a rather rude gesture with her figure, before she slammed her fist into the brick wall.

No pain came with the oozing blood that ran between her split knuckles; only fury with the thought that she had already started to hurt herself the first day out of the mental institution.

“Gosh! See you two get me so upset sometimes! Why can’t you be good, little voices in my head, and not talk?,” She asked herself, still gazing at her wound.

But, but, but…

“No buts! Just stop!,” she screamed. She paused, her eyes looking out the window, waiting the next response, though there was none. She smiled then softly, knowing that they were gone, for then.

Her mind began to wander in boredom. Then the thought of not finding her class, she let out a sigh of frustration, and began pacing up and down the hallways, her eyes never leaving the window. They never moved off, so she never saw the man, in his mid-thirties marching into the hallway; he was clearly the school’s security guard. Yet, since she never took her eyes off the window, she didn’t notice him, until he was nearly breathing down her back.

She jumped slightly, spinning around to glare at the person that had frightened her. His little, beady, black chicken eyes glared down upon her, like she was something gross on the bottom of his shoe. At first, she didn’t know how to react to this highly rude person, but soon the other side of her personality kicked in.

“Hey, what the heck do you want, Chicken Little?,” She said in a sharp tone. In her mind, she cracked up, yes, he sure looked like a chicken when he scrunched his large, round face up in anger. “Hey, I have an idea…Why don’t you; go out to your little car, squeeze all of your fat into it, and drive down the Krispy Kreme donut shop down the road, and stuff your face, you great pig!”

She nearly broke down into tears by then, her face red from trying to hold in her giggles as his chicken eyes turned slightly red around the corners and began to water. She couldn’t help it, this was the way she was, and that was why she was in mental institution. Finally, her giggles burst out, spilling out of her mouth in loud, cracking laughs.

By then, the guard was highly annoyed, and hurt, for this young lady had hurt his feelings greatly by her rudeness. One rough hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder, gripping tightly as he began to drag her down the hall, clutching her arm and not saying one word.

Frightened by his sudden hand movement, she flinched, and stepped backward, fear of being struck on the face as she had so many times in her past by her father. Yet she quickly recovered from the fear, by a small boiling rage inside her. How dare he drag her around like a dog!

“Let the heck go of me, you schumck! Get your hands off of me!,” She screamed, flailing her arms, but he kept a deathly grip on her, handling many like her from the past, but none quiet a strange as her. With one swift movement, she grabbed his hand and twisted herself free. Not even saying one word, she turned on her heel, flinging her books over her head, and sprinting for the stairwell, for the nearest exit. She bobbed and weaved, like a rabbit with a coyote close on its heels.

“STOP-,” He was cut off as her book smacked him it the head, knocking him to the ground, leaving him laying there, on the floor, rolling and groaning, rubbing his forehead. He grumbled something like, “Kids..,” under his breath.

~Moments later~

She raced against the hallways, the wall deciding now was the best time to close in behind her. As she flew past the closing walls, her heart beat in her chest like a stampede of wild horses. She soon found a staircase, and swung her light, yet muscular body up, and onto the railing. She sat there, perched like a odd, large bird, rocking from side to side. She stared down at the distance to the next landing, with a gulp and looked behind her at the closing walls. With another dizzily glance down, she jumped.

She landed with a thump, hard on the balls of her feet, they tingled for a moment in pain, but she immediately jumped up and continued, still sprinting like no tomorrow. Her heart still pounded against her rib cage, threatening to jump out of her chest and land on the linoleum floor. During all this, she felt the voices flooding in once more.

Heck yes, Elaida! You showed that guy! No one messes with Elaida Black! That was fun, can we do it again? The second voice rang in her ears, with a touch of excitement in it.

No! That was horrid! Elaida, I am ashamed of you! How could you treat his so horridly, and then hurt him like that? That was cruel, barbaric, and just plain mean! The first voice screeched loudly in a motherly tone.

“Will you shut up? I am trying to save my skin here! And no, that wasn’t barbaric! You want to know barbaric? LEAVE! NOW!,” Elaida bellowed at the top of her voice. Then all thoughts were ripped from her head, as the small picture of the door slide before her eyes. It was quite distance away, but it was still worth picking up the pace some, to get out doors, to the fresh air! She didn’t know if she’d make it to the door without fainting. Her hand stretched out slowly, her fingers waiting to wrap around the handle.

Finally reaching it, her fingers gripped at the cold, iron handle in such a frenzy, she forgot that she was supposed to push it out. She screamed in a rage when she yanked back on the handle, and the door didn’t budge. With a yell of fury, she threw her whole body against the door, slamming into it. The door flew out from under her pressure, and sent her sprawling out onto the concrete, stunned, but unharmed.

She laid still for a moment, panting and gasping for breath. Her lungs were screaming for air, for she had held her breath since she jumped down the staircase.

Breath on one, hold for two, and release on four, Hun. Just breath, your fine, see? The fresh outdoors..

Are you sure she is okay? She looks a little blue in the lips-

“Shut up, I am fine…I just need to catch my breath..,” grumbled Elaida from under her breath, her eyes closed and her chest heaving. Then, she heard a crashing from inside the building. Curious, she sat up and looked through the small door window.

A trash can was sent flying, along with a small box of papers as a heavy set man with tiny, beady chicken eyes, and a huge purple knot on his head came crashing around a corner, deep in pursuit of the girl. “Crap,” she mutter as she quickly picked herself up and dashed off the school grounds, to were, she was unsure.

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Ish dumb I know.. But if you guys are curious as to what happens next.. Tell me and I will post the next Chapter.

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I would like to know what happens to her...

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PLZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Meg]

I will post it later on tonight! I promise!

[Meg]

[Chapter Two]

Miles away from the school she had sprinted. So far, that she had no clue as to were she was, but she kept on trucking. She had jogged for so long, and through so many rough areas, that the soles of her old tennis shoes were almost rubbed raw, there was a spot on her left shoe, where the seams of the fabric had ripped during her mad scramble back at the school. Amazingly enough, the guard had chased her for about a mile in his little golf cart that he drove; bounced around on the rocky, stretch that she had set foot onto to escape.

Her long, black hair was a mess; it stuck up in different angles and there were twigs and leaves in it were she had ducked beneath low hanging brush to dodge the half crazed guard. Not only was her hair a mess, her brand new school clothes that her foster mom had just bought the previous day for her, was splattered with mud and debris.

She was so far away from civilization now, it frightened her slightly; but she felt better off in the woods, then in a town, full of mean, cruel, and unhappy people.

She stopped her mad jog that she had kept up for so long, a jog that one would never see in a child that had been locked up for five years. During those long, hard years, she had stretched, and jogged around the Dayroom during the times she was let out of her tiny, padded ‘stall’, as she referred to it, building muscles worthy of a track runner.

She walked through the dark, heavily wooded forest, her ever wandering eyes watching everything in awe. This was heaven, no one to yell at you if you did something wrong, or grab you, or hurt you. Just a calm, quiet little place, her own little paradise.

Finding an old log from a felled tree, she sat down and made herself comfortable, tucking her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. Her eyes watched all around her, the trees seemed to hug her, and hold her. Telling her everything was okay.

Feeling safe, she leaned back on the tree trunk, her back resting on the rough, yet smooth bark, and her leg resting on either side of the trunk. Her eyes stared up at the soft blue sky, slowly darkening as day came into night. Her eyes began to droop in shear exhaustion, every second or two, she would jerk awake, feeling she should stay awake, but the overpowering message that her body was sending to her mind, had her drift off into a deep, slumberous sleep, with no dreams.

[Scene Change]

“Alicia! Where are you!” Cried Mrs. Smith, the mother of Alicia. The Smith family was on a camping trip that they took every year, in their own backyard. And like every year, her daughter was last to pack and load up. She grumbled slightly, Alicia was always running off when they went camping, with that camera that she took with her everywhere. She could swear that, that girl had that camera sewn to her neck. Though even she had to admit, Alicia took some of the most unique pictures around; still shots of bucks leaping though the air, and their does following close behind. The zoomed up picture of the beautiful red-chested robin, ruffled up from the cold.

Though, now she was worried. Alicia had never been gone quite this long, at least she always remembered when everyone was supposed to be heading home, and that she needed to return and pack up, but it had been over three hours ago when she had turned up missing after they had breakfast, no clue what time she really left at, she was the sneaky type, always vanishing with the slightest breeze.

“ALICIA!” She called again, her fat hands resting on her huge hips in anger. This was the final time Alicia would get away with this, she had had enough, she was tired, and sore from the sleep on the cold, hard ground; she wanted to go home, and that was that.

Sighing, she sat down on a rock, waiting for something. She then sat upright and eventually stood up when she saw the frisky teen sprinting in, clutching her camera with white knuckles.

Reaching out for her daughter, she grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her. “Alicia Cole Smith! Tell me at once were have you been! I have been worried sick about you!”, she cried. Her daughter looked up at her with begging eyes for forgiveness.

“Mum.. I am sorry.. But there was this girl in the woods-”, She was cut off quickly by her mother.

“What girl?!”, Mrs. Smith snapped. She had been worried about Alicia lately, she didn’t have many friends, and she was the quiet type. She had been worried that her daughter might start turning to imagination for friends. Now, she was almost positive that her daughter had started imagining girls out in the middle of the hills, were there wasn’t a house for miles, except for theirs.

“Seriously Mum! See!”, she pulled her camera from around her neck, and turned it on, which Mrs. Smith grabbed at it and began to click through the impressive shots of nature that her fourteen year old daughter took. There were a few flowers, landscapes, wildlife, ect. She continued, until she fell on a picture of a log with something on it.


She squinted her eyes, trying to figure out what was on the log. She slowly began to pick out the shape of a girl, sleeping on the log, dressed in clothes that she seemed to have been wearing since forever, shoes that were torn and shredded, and her hair was a mess. She gaped in surprise, what was a girl doing out in the middle of no where? It looked almost like she had either been dumped out here, or she had run away.

“You see her don’t you!”, Alicia cried out. She was very enthused that she had found this mysterious person.

“Yes, yes.. I do. Alicia.. Can you show me the way to her?”, Mrs. Smith asked cautiously, she wanted to see this girl with her own eyes, and make sure that she was just sleeping, and not dead.

[Back to Elaida]

Hours passed from the time which she was sleeping. She woke up with a bright light flashing in her eyes. Confused and goggled like a wild animal, she stayed still, like a deer in headlights. She heard a soft giggle, and then something that sounded like an older woman yelling for someone, then there was a fury of leaves behind her head, and the sound of running footsteps.

Sitting up quickly, she looked around, her hair held pieces of bark and leaves in it, her back ached. Standing up, she stretched her arms up over her head, and then twisted her back from side to side, popping it.

“Ah...That’s better. Now what is for breakfast before I take out of here?” She muttered slightly, looking around for any bushes with berries or other edible foods or roots.

Don’t you want to know what that was, Elaida? A soft whisper in her ear spoke. She jumped slightly, even after six years of having the voices, she still wasn’t used to them. Shaking her head in shame, she answered, “Yes, I am quite curious, but haven’t you ever heard the saying, ‘Curiosity killed the cat’? I don’t want to be the cat in this situation.” She said, her voice soft, her beautiful icy eyes taking in every detail of the area around her.

That is silly to worry about. Don’t you figure that you can fight off anything that tries to hurt you? Take the security guard for instance, I think you handled him quite well! The more dominate voice answered, gently also. It was like all the voices were trying to stay hushed, not to draw attention to their young companion.

“Hush now…I need to find us some food, and then we hit the road again, it will be a long journey.” She said softly, but the gentle voice had to get one last word in.

Where exactly are we going? You have spoken of going on a ‘long journey’, but you haven’t told us where… It spoke in a nervous voice, it didn’t want to anger Elaida, but the response was totally unexpected from either of the voices, nor Elaida herself.

“L.A. We are going to L.A. to find my real mother. That was the last place I ever remember being with her… In a large, two story, yellow house, with my own room… The street name was painted on a cute little piece of wood that was hand carved, forming the words, ‘Little Chestnut Grove’…” She said dreamily, thinking of returning home. “Now hush and no more questions until we are out of this horrid forest.” With finally words spoken, she wandered away from the area, picking berries off of bushes as she set off in her jog.

She had let at the prefect moment, as Mrs. Smith and her daughter trudged into the clearing, Mrs. Smith huffing and puffing as she went. Seeing the log, she walked over and sat down.

“Now Alicia, where exactly is that girl?” She asked, breathless.

“Mum, she was sleeping there!” She pointed to where her mother was sitting, her eyes wide in wonderment of where the girl had gone.

“Nonsense! There is no one here… No one would have ever come here! Stop playing games and show me where she is!” Her mother screeched, standing up and shaking her daughter’s shoulders in a fury. It was like she was obsessed with finding the girl in the picture.

Fear struck in Alicia’s eyes as her mother started in one of her many rages. She sank down to the ground, her eyes filling with tears. “Mum… I don’t know where she is!” She said softly, and fearfully.

One of Mrs. Smith’s feet came out from under her, kicking her daughter in the boot. “Get home! Now! I have had enough lies from you! I will deal with you later when I return home, but I must rest here for a while!” She screamed, her hands curled into fists, threatening to hit her child.

Thankful for an excuse to escape her raging mother, she jumped up and sprinted off like a deer. As she passed her mother, she let out a sob, and flung her camera over her shoulder at her mother. It smashed into a tree, falling into a million pieces in the ground. Her mother shook her head as her daughter sprinted off, and sighed, wishing her daughter wouldn’t make up such lies as a girl in the forest in the middle of no where…
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[There is a lot more if you want to read more of it]

[grace]

A lot of references to animals. Interesting none the less. Please post more ^_^

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yes Please

[Meg]

-trots off for more-

[Meg]

[Chapter Three]

Cruel smile was placed on Elaida’s lips, for after her light sprint away from her sleeping grounds, she had heard the screaming and the fury. Returning, she had hide in the bushes, watching the mother and daughter fight, it pleased her much to see that what they were fighting over was, her.

After the daughter had left, it was no longer any fun, so she had turned and returned to her light jog away, her feet falling lightly on the ground, no sound passing from her torn and threadbare sneakers.

[Hours later]

Sigh passed from her chest, as she leaned over, her hands on her knees by the highway. She panted heavily, but she was happy. She was on an adventure. Her eyes closed, as she smiled, breathing in the luxurious air around her.

Loud honking startled her from her daze, jumping to the side, she looked behind her. A little red car was sitting on the side of the road behind her, it’s lights on dim, and the driver was waving to her. Elaida blinked for a second, wondering why this person was waving to her, but after a second, she remembered that she had, had her thumb out, waiting for a ride.

Waving back to the person, she jogged over to their car, to the driver’s side. The driver was a woman of her 20s, she was very beautiful and a kind person. She had soft brown hair with a glint of red, like a fox’s and large, gentle doe eyes. Her name was Ilenya Baker, as she introduced herself. She offered Elaida a ride, which she gladly accepted after she found out that Ilenya was going to L.A.

Climbing into the passenger side of the car, closing the door, and buckling up, she smiled at Ilenya, whom smiled back as she pulled back onto the highway. Once going down the highway on a straight away, she pulled out a hairbrush from her glove compartment and handed it to Elaida.

“Love, you need to brush that jungle out!” She laughed, a soft bell like laugh that sounded gently, like a mother’s laugh at their daughter’s messy hair.

Elaida took it gently in her dirty hands, feeling the thick handle, before she fought her hair to part it to the side.

“Thanks a million, I needed this.” She said softly as she began to brush through the tangles, one at a time until her long, black hair was once more hanging nicely, framing her face. She placed the brush back in the glove compartment for Ilenya.


“Hey! You actually look like a lady once more! Not some cavewoman!” Ilenya laughed, and Elaida joined in. Her own, not so much used laugh, sounding strange compared with Ilenya’s bell like laugh, that seemed to be used so much.

Once they had finished laughing, Ilenya took a sideways glance at Elaida.

“So, where do you plan on going in L.A.?” She asked, a curious glint in her friendly brown eyes, as she stared into Elaida’s icy blue ones.

Hey! You don’t need to know our friend’s plans! You little, nosy, phrat! That motherly voice in Elaida’s head spoke up, rattling in her mind, joggling it. Elaida grumbled under her breath and smacked the side of her head with her hand.

“I am going to see my mother. That was the last place I was with her at, in L.A. Before they took me away. Now that I am free, I want to go see my mum.” She said softly, ignoring the voice, she felt she could trust this woman.

“I see.. Who, who took you away?” Ilenya asked, looking over at Elaida worriedly, she hoped she didn’t have a juvenile delinquent in her car.

Elaida! Listen to us! She is too nosy! If you tell her about that place, then we all a goners for she will take you back! That more dominate voice spoke, with worry, and fear.

Elaida saw the sense in her voices’ words, but that wouldn’t stop her from talking to Ilenya.

“Um, I was put in a foster home.. I ran away because I hated them, and my foster dad hurt me.” Elaida, as you can tell, wasn’t stupid. Every human had a little sympathy for kids that were abused, though she wasn’t. She allowed one small tear to slip from her eyes to make her lie seem even more true.

Of course, right as that tear fell, Ilenya glanced over at Elaida. Upon seeing that tear, she gasped and placed her right hand on Elaida’s shoulder.

“You poor dear! I am so sorry! That is horrid, if it is the last thing I do, I will make sure you get to you real mother! I promise!” She said softly and sorrowfully.

“Thank you, ma’am. I don’t know how I will ever repay you.” She said softly, her voice quivering, she was a good actress.

“Nonsense, it will be my pleasure to take you back to her! But first, I think we need to get a good night’s sleep and tomorrow, I want to take you to the nearest clothes department and get you some clothes! I don’t want to take you home to your mother like that!” She said, as she pulled off on an exit to a small town.

Elaida stayed silent the rest of the way as Ilenya picked her way through many streets and roads to a Motel 6, where Ilenya got a room for both of them.

Wandering into the room, Elaida glanced at the beds, and almost shivered with the thought of sleeping on soft, comfortable beds once more. She jumped onto the nearest one to the door, kicking off her thread bare sneakers. They thumped onto the ground, as she laid her head on the pillow.

“Thank you, ma’am. Good night…” She said softly, as she drifted off into a deep, deep sleep, with no dreams, not even bothering to pull the covers over her tired body.

Ilenya chuckled softly at the youth spread out on the bed sleeping soundly. She wanted to cover the girl up, for it sure was chilly in the room, but she figured that this must have been the most comfortable and warmest sleep that girl had had in a while. She left Elaida be as she went back out to her car to get a nightgown, and go to bed herself.

[Next Morning]

Elaida woke with a jerk, as she felt the sun falling on her face. She rose up on her elbows, a panic surged through her for a second, for she had briefly forgotten about last night. Looking over at the young woman sleeping in the bed next to her, the memories of these nice woman driving her here, and that she would buy her new clothes and shoes.

She sighed softly, and laid her head back on the pillow, it had been a long time since she had ever felt this comfortable.. And safe.

She looked out the window for a while, the soft golden hue of the sun made patterns on the floor and the side of her bed from the blinds. She yawned, a quiet yawn, and glanced at the alarm clock, which at that very second went off as the numbers turned from 7:29 am to 7:30 am.

With a jump at the sudden sound, she fell off the bed and landed between the wall with the window and the bed, a loud thumping sound following her body hitting the floor with force.

By this time Ilenya had awakened to the alarm going off, and a loud banging sound. Jumping out of her warm covers, she pushed the snooze button and rushed over to Elaida’s side. She chuckled as she looked down at Elaida’s wide confused eyes.

“Ah, I see, you haven’t heard an alarm lately, have you? I guess that would have given anyone a jump.” She said softly, her soft bell like giggles rolling out of her mouth. She gave her hand to the girl, which Elaida took willingly, and pulled her back up onto the bed.

“Yeah, I was awake before it went off, and then when I checked it, it decided to go off. Jesh that was loud!” She exclaimed as she glared at the ever still alarm, it’s red numbers flashing 7:32 am.

Elaida fell back into her bed with an exasperated sigh. She closed her eyes, planning to get a few more seconds of sleep before the long day set off again, but Ilenya shook her finger, and said softly, “Nope, you aren’t going back to sleep if I can’t. We need to get ready to hit the shops, and then the road once more, kid. We got a long day ahead of us.”

Ilenya turned around and when to her suitcase, which she had brought in during the night, and rummaged through it, throwing clothes all over the unmade bed, until she found a pair of pants and a shirt. Tossing the clothes at Elaida, she said, “Here try these on, maybe, just maybe they will fit you.” And then she went back to the pile of clothes on the bed, and tossed them back into the suitcase, until she found what she was going to wear.

Grumbling Elaida went into the bathroom and changed into the fresh clothes. Smiling she looked into the mirror, they fit her perfectly! And they looked nice too. Coming out of the bathroom, she spread her arms out and turned around for Ilenya, who smiled and said, “Wow, someone cleans up nice, here, put these clean socks on and try these shoes on, then we can head out.”

Elaida took the socks and shoes from Ilenya and sat on the bed, beginning to put them on. Ilenya went into the bathroom to change. Finished putting on the shoes, Elaida looked outside, and a sad sensation washed over her. She knew that she had to leave her new friend, and that saddened her, for she had really began to like Ilenya. So, right then she grabbed a piece of paper, and scribbled a note on it. Leaving the paper on the bed, she turned and walked out the door, quietly closing it behind her, as she took off in her jog.

Coming out of the bathroom, Ilenya looked around for Elaida. Seeing the note on her bed, she sat down on it, and put her head in her hands, knowing her temporary friend was gone. Picking up the note she read it, and this is what it said:

Ilenya,
Sorry to leave like this. I never can sit still for long. Thank you for your kindness, you will be repaid, I promise. You will get you clothes back soon, thank you again. You are a true friend, my friend.
We will see each other again, I hope.
Elaida.

Tear fell on the paper, smudging ‘true friend’ together. Wiping her tears away, she smiled. “You can’t cage a free bird.” She said softly.

[grace]

Ooh nice ^_^ Still have it going. When you can post more. (I am still working on mine just so you know)

[flame]

More! I have been wanting to read the rest for a long, long time

[Meg]

Oh? Really...Um..I thought this had died. There is at least 5 more chapters, plus I'm still writing it. lol

[Lazy Whisper]

Can you PM to me? I really enjoyed this story, and I really want to know what happens

[Meg]

[Chapter Four]

Sighing she sat down outside a gas station. Stretching her long legs out in front of her, she smiled as she looked around. There was basically nothing really to look at besides the highway and the forestry, otherwise it was just one of those gas stations out in the middle of no where.

So… What now, miss priss? Asked the motherly voice.

Elaida gave a jump, for a second, she had forgotten about the voices, seeing how they had remained silent for so long. She tilted her head, pondering that very question.

“I don’t know really.” She said in a hushed voice. An elderly woman passed her, and looked down at Elaida when she heard her speak, wondering who she was speaking to.

“Who are you looking at, Grandma?” She said savagely to the woman, her icy eyes fixing on her in a glare.

Startled by the girls rude comment, she huffed and walked to her car, leaving in a screech and a cloud of gas.

Shaking her head, she laughed. Remembering the voices, she asked, “Why do you ask?”

Simply because you blew off that kind woman that offered to drive you all the way to L.A., and we were worried about you. Plus we are curious as to why you blew her off. Spoke the other voice.

“I just had a feeling that we had to leave before I got anymore attached to her.” Elaida said softly and sadly, she already missed Ilenya.

Attached to her!? How can you get attached to her? See, we are attached, humans can’t get attached to one another, no matter how hard they try. You have to be one to be attached, Elaida.

Anger flooded through Elaida.

“How dare you say that! Ilenya was a sweet woman, and she is my friend, more then you two are!” She screamed. Standing up, she stamped at the ground in a fury and took off to the forestry alongside the highway.

Gosh, you had to be so hard on her, didn’t you? Why sure humans can be attached, through feelings. Just because we are in her head, doesn’t mean that we are attached. I don’t think we are, because we are always fighting.


Shut up, you know nothing about Elaida! You just are here to cause problems between all of us!

No, I was here first, remember that, I know everything about Elaida. I have been her closest friend through some of her hardest times, right Elaida?

Her mind felt boggled from all the yelling in her head, all the mixed emotions she was feeling, and merely because she didn’t want to listen to it.

“Yes, you were with me first. Happy? Now can I have some peace and quiet for a while? Please?” She waited for them to speak, but no words came, and her mind felt empty.

Walking up to the highway, she stuck her thumb out. Within 30 minutes she had a truck driver pull over. Walking up to the passenger side, she waited patiently. The window was rolled down, and a friendly face of a dog was pushed out the window. Staring in confusion at the hound’s face, she saw the truck driver’s face.

“Howdy, little lady. Where you headed?” He asked.

“L.A, sir.” She responded.

“Climb in, just push Rufus over. I’ll take you half way, that good?”

Opening the handle to the truck, she climbed up into the cab. The hound dog’s wrinkly face smiling at her as he lunged to lick her face. Pushing him gently away, she sat down and pulled the door shut. Looking over at the guy, she smiled, “That would be fine, thank you.”

He smiled at her in return, and said no more as he pulled out onto the highway again. She leaned her head against the door, closing her eyes. The hound dog laid his head on her lap, looking up at her lovingly.

The truck driver was kind. He had a soft face, like a baby’s face. He always had a smile on, and he had the softest hands a man could have. He was also a large man, about 6’8” in size and probably wore a size 17 boot, and he had long curly hair all over his body, like bear fur. He drove the semi truck with ease, treating it like it was his baby. He liked to talk, within no time, Elaida knew that this man had a wife and child at home, a little 6 year old girl. He showed her a picture of the cute, little freckled faced, red haired, green eyed girl.

She also found that he had been driving semi trucks for about 12 years, and Rufus the hound had been traveling with him for about 6 of those years. That his name was Frank Benning, or as other truck drivers called him, “Frank Bear”. For he was as big as a bear, but as sweet as a teddy bear. She found he was one of those well loved, big hearted men that was strong in their religion. He was a catholic, his rosary hanging off his rear view mirror.

Elaida was slightly sad to leave him when he pulled to a stop alongside the highway. Indeed, he had taken her halfway to L.A. She climbed out of the warm and cozy cab, leaving the smiling “Frank Bear” and his trusty hound inside. Turning her back to the semi, she started her cold march towards L.A., while the semi turned onto the other road, to go further up, towards Oregon.

[Later on]

Her arms were wrapped around her shoulders, her breath leaving steam upon the chilly air as she walked slowly along the highway. Her face was pink, and her lips blue, yep, early in the morning fall was chilly. She continued plodding along, passing a large sign: Los Angeles- 40 miles. She was almost there!

The balls of her feet twanged irritability, sore from the miles and miles of endless land that she had trekked on.

There was a sudden rush of cold air that pushed past her already freezing body. She shivered and hugged herself tighter, her eyes closed for a moment. Teardrop from the cold fell from her eyes and splashed on the concrete beneath her. Raising a shaky hand, she wiped away the water line that it had left on her face.

Looking up to see one of those RVs, the ones that you could just climb up in and drive away with it, and still have your home attached. She smiled at the thought of someone traveling for years on end, never stopping to think about going home, for they were always taking their home with them.

Elaida smiled and walked slowly up to the passenger window, kicking at a misfortunate rock, sending it into the bushes. She leaned on the passenger door, and noticed the silvery hair of an elderly woman who was smiling gently at her.

As the elderly woman reached over to roll the window down, Elaida felt the warm breeze from the RV’s heater as the window rolled down. Looking at the elderly woman’s kind face, she smiled softly and raised her hand to greet her.

“Hello, young woman. Where are you off to in these early morning hours?” The woman asked, her voice was sweet, with that sound that you heard in a woman’s voice whom had a fair life, and loved to help those in need. Her wrinkles of age made her face seem even better, for as she smiled up at Elaida, every wrinkle was deepened and made her face seem brighter, like an angel’s, a very old angel that had been with God for as long as time itself.

Elaida couldn’t help but smile truly at this woman, because as she looked into that old woman’s light green eyes, tinted with hazel, they twinkled at her with a warm smile, that made Elaida feel warm and safe on the inside. Seeing how Elaida had never been called a woman in her life, it took her a moment to think.

Finally she spoke, her breath fogging the remainder of the window that was not rolled down all the way.

“Dear kind one, thank you for stopping. I am headed to L.A. I am trying to find my mother, I haven’t seen her for a long time, and I am hoping to find her and live with her.” With this woman she felt she could share her deepest, darkest secrets with her.

At her words of ‘Dear kind one’, the elderly woman had turn a slight flushed red color and turned her head to the side, so that Elaida wouldn’t see a tear slip from her eyes, this was the first teenager that had ever treated her with the slightest amount of respect.

Turning back to Elaida she smiled, “I will take you, we are almost there. Anyway, I am just out exploring.”

“Thank you, Madame.” Elaida whispered as she took the cold metal handle in her hand and opened the door. A blast of heat hit her as she climbed in, banging the door shut, she rolled up the window, and buckled up. She noticed the small, withered hand of the woman turning the heater up for her.

Almost curling up on the bench seat, she tucked her hands into her armpits, warming herself up. She closed her eyes for a moment, before she opened them again and looked at the kind old woman.

“My name’s Elaida Black, what is yours?” she asked softly, she had gotten to know so many people on her trip that she was eager to know more, and plus she liked this woman, she had a kind heart, and she could tell.

The woman’s crinkled face lit up again as she looked in her rear view mirror as she pulled the huge vehicle back out onto the highway.

“Rose Gwen, well that is my married name. My maiden name is Rose Shariale. Whichever you like, my dear.” She said softly, her voice hushed is a sad like tone.

Elaida, confused greatly by this, pondered it more, and figured out that this woman must be a widow.

“I am very sorry, Mrs. Gwen, for you loss.” She said softly, hoping she said the right thing.

Rose looked quickly at Elaida, a sideways glance.

“Wow, your quick to catch on. Me and Evan were close, we used to travel every where in this tin can.” She laughed softly.

Elaida smiled, glad to see she had said nothing wrong to her. She though more, “Would you like to be called Rose?” She asked

Surprised once more by Elaida, she laughed again, “Yes, child, I would like it very much indeed.” She reached into her purse, pulling out an old, crinkled wallet, much like herself, and gave it to Elaida.

“Look at the photos.”

Elaida opened the wallet, and saw a black and white photo of a beautiful fair skinned, young woman laughing as a young man swung her around in his arms. The woman seemed to have red hair, and the man, jet black hair. It was a very beautiful picture. Thinking that this must be Rose’s children, she held the picture up to Rose.

“These your children?” she asked.

Without even looking at the picture, Rose laughed and said, “Goodness no! There are no pictures of my children in there! That is me and Evan when we where young; hot stuff wasn’t I?”

Elaida’s eyes widened as she noticed the resemblance between the young Rose in the picture and the withered Rose before her. It was like the flower, once a young bud, beautiful and luscious, turning into the old, curled, dieing one, that still held some beauty in the depths of it’s petals.

She looked at that picture for a moment longer, and turned to the next. It was in color, a few years later. The fair skinned, red haired, green eyed woman still was beautiful, sitting on swing with her delicate hands curled around the rope and smiling with a laugh in her eyes, at the photographer. Seeming as though the photographer had said something very funny, and she bursting to laugh, but he caught her endless beauty and smile in one shot.

There were so many pictures of the woman and the man. The last one was a colored picture, the man and woman was older, both arm in arm walking in a garden, their love shown out of the picture. It seemed timeless, like you were about to see them step out of the photograph together.

Closing the wallet, her mind was in a whirl. She felt bad for Rose, for she knew she loved Evan, and it even crushed Elaida to think that he was dead, no longer there to hold Rose in his arms, or swing her around in his arms.

Giving Rose the wallet back, she asked, “How did it happen?”

Sighing, Rose pushed the wallet back into her purse. With her eyes on the road and both of her hands gripped on the wheel she spoke.


“It was 4 years ago. We were out hiking with our Sulki, that was our Saint Bernard’s name, and we came to our normal picnic area. We all sat down and were getting ready to eat, and then Sulki started going crazy, running around in circles and barking, finally she just took off. Evan took off after her, and I stayed.

I heard a sound of a shotgun in a distance, and didn’t worry about it, for it was hunting season, and there were always people out there hunting. But when Evan didn’t come back within 20 minutes, I took off to find him, I knew he was going, something told me in my heart. But I couldn’t believe it, I had to find out. I found him, struggling for breath, that damn dog of ours laying by his side with her head on his lap. I held his hand until he died, then I went off to find someone to help. I knew that there wasn’t anything I could do about it, that is why I didn’t go for help sooner.” She ended. A small tear slipped from Rose’s eye.

Elaida touched her shoulder gently. “I am very sorry.”

Rose smiled gently, her wrinkles deepening as she reached over and touched Elaida’s shoulder with the tips of her fingers, light shining through her saddened eyes.

“It’s okay, my dear. Evan lived a long, fulfilled life with me, and it was his time to go. Though it pained me so much to lose him.” She spoke with her teeth clinched.

For the first time in Elaida’s life she felt real sorrow, true sorrow that pierced her heart and went through her soul and managed to push a small crystalline tear to fall from her ice blue eyes and fall to her hand, were she quickly covered it up with her other hand, hiding her sorrow from this precious woman that has lost her soul mate forever.

Rose didn’t notice the sudden tear that had sprung from Elaida’s eyes, nor did she notice the sudden change that crossed over Elaida’s face. She kept her eyes on the road, watching, her eyes no longer sad; actually they held no emotion at all.

“Sorry, dear, I shouldn’t bother a poor teen with my problems…” She said, and then there was silence that broke over the cab of the RV for many hours and miles.
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There we go. I will post the next chapter if you want. After that you will have to give me a while to write some more.

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can i have some more plz..LOL!?