Post by C.C on Oct 4, 2008 17:35:09 GMT -5
How many inches in a mile, what it takes to make you smile.
She feet seemed to pound on the ground for a moment before she slowed and all movement stopped. Had she gone far enough? McKenzie guessed so, after all the house was maybe a few inches away from her, and from the gate to the house, that was a pretty long distance. Her shallow breathing seemed to go back to normal within a second, and she rested her hands on her knees. She couldn't keep doing this, and she wouldn't. No matter what it took, she'd get away, it didn't matter if she got another town over, she would not stop till she was maybe half way around the world away from her uncle. This was just a bump in the road for the teen.
McKenzie stood up straight, smoothing out her shirt before she bit her lip and went low to the ground. It didn't matter how far she got away form the gate, he had good eyes and she prayed he couldn't see as far as she went, thus she was trying to stay close to the house, maybe even the ground. The engine of the car going by was heard, he needed a new one, it was so old, so loud. That she had known he was coming for her before he'd gotten past one house. Again, she seemed to straighten when the noise wasn't heard anymore, and she started to inch around to the back of the house.
Blue eyes ran across the yard, examining things with every small step that was taken. She was a run away, she wouldn't be touch by a fifty year old man again, it would be over her dead body. Thanks to her family dieing in a car crash that left her alive, she had moved to the town over, having her uncle as a guardian. But after a week, everything changed. Maybe she didn't like being touched or played with? Maybe fighting was getting old, along with no where? Thus here she was. At the time it seemed like a perfect oidea to run through the gate. He was stupid and wouldn't look for her in someones yard, right? Mainly a place like the sort, that was said to be cursed. She may have only been close to it for a few years, but she'd never heard as many stories about them as he may of had.
Her foot steps almost went unheard, but they weren't fully silent. After all, it was a quiet night, so she would be heard. The place she'd been traying to go seemed to come right around the corner. And she almost screamed when she turned, only to stumble back. She'd ran into someone, and she was almost frightened to look and see who it was, her breathing went shallow for a minute. Was this why she no longer heard the car? There was no leaving the area, she'd closed the gate after she came in.
