Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Heads up, this is the continuing story...
My name is...
1. Willow Fletcher
3. Bree Keyne
...and for all of my life that I can remember, I have lived in an orphanage.
Nothing interesting happens to most people. But I know that something "interesting" happened to me when I was younger. Why else wouldn't I remember before I was eight, and why else do I always have memory flashes at the strangest times?
I stare out ahead, my [1. Green, 2. Blue, 3. Hazel, 4. Violet, 5. Brown] eyes watching the kids coming in and out of the back doors of the orphanage. I push my [short, long, medium] [1. Brown, 2. Blonde, 3. Black, 4. Red] hair over my shoulder.
At just that moment...
1. A kid comes out that she's never seen before, dressed in black clothes and looking mysterious.
2. Somebody grabs her arm and whirls her around.
|it's your choice|