Jonathon
Rose swiped away tears and turned to me and mouthed, "Jenna?" I shrugged. She turned around and adressed the girl. "My name is Rose and this is Jonathon. You must have mistaken me for someone else." The girl seemed pretty shaken up, but she said, "I must have. You just look a lot like my s....like someone I used to know." I got the feeling that her relationship with that girl was more than just knowing her. "My name is Lauryn Jacobson." "Do you know where we are?" I asked. "We kind of got thrown here." I wished she would step out of the shadows. I didn't like talking to a silhouette. "I honestly don't know, because I was kind of thrown here too. Where are you from?" "Denver." "Me too." She shivered. "Why don't you two come and stay at my camp tonight. It's pretty chilly out here." "Okay, that sounds fine," I said. I didn't really like following a stranger through a pitch black forest to go sleep at her campsite, but I wasn't sure if we had a choice. It was really cold out. I said a quick prayer for safety and then helped Rose to her feet. We followed a light in the forest. As Lauryn stepped into the firelight, I saw that she was about my age. She didn't look very healthy. She was kind of pale and thin, but pretty, with brown hair and eyes that look almost exactly like Rose's. She motioned for us to sit down.
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HannahMy name is Hannah and I live in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I live with my mom, my dad, my three younger sisters, my little brother, two very annoying, but very cute, dogs, and my grandma and grandpa. I love to write and have been writing since I was 7 (I think) when I wrote a devotional about the Herrera family. I have finished five books. I love to read. I love Jesus and try to please Him when I'm writing my books. Please enjoy! |