Post by Summer Anderson on Aug 23, 2010 13:44:34 GMT -5
(Is this good?)
My History
I was running as fast as I could. In the corner of my eye, I saw a sign that said 'Pick your own strawberries! 5 miles away' flash by. I didn't know why, but weird things kept happening to me. I could hear foot steps thundering after me. I knew it was catching up. Someone, no, something was after me. I ran faster. Everything around me looked like a blur. There wasn't anyone around; I guess people prefer apples over strawberries. I've been running for at least 3 miles now, and it didn't help that the sun was shining brightly on me, making it hotter and hotter. I felt myself slowing down. No! I told myself, but my legs wouldn't move.
The thing let out a roar. A rock the size of a beachball whistled past my ear. I let out a scream and started running again. Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm usually brave, but this? Imagine being chased by a thing that you didn't even know what it was and running for 3 miles. I wanted to cry. I'd never been so terrified in my whole life.
Not even when my older half brother put spiders in my pillow. Darrin is such a jerk. You'd think he'd be more mature at the age of 16, but no. And he knows I'm terrified of spiders. I can't think of anything more terrifying than spiders. Oh yeah, this.
I have 2 more half brothers. They're 14 and 9. Drew and Tom. I don't know why, but they hate me. Even my mom does. She said my dad died when I was little. Then she married someone else and she also died in a car crash. My stepdad was good looking but his kids? Ugh. The three brothers all were chubby with mud colored curly hair and small, beady, brown eyes.
I don't know why, but somehow, I knew this attack had something to do with my dad. Not my stepdad, my real dad. I don't know why, but I could feel it. And I had this feeling he wasn't dead. My muscles were aching. I wanted to cry for help but I knew it wouldn't work. No one was here, and even if I tried, I'd be wasting my energy. Sweat was pouring down my face. I wiped at the sweat and rubbed my eyes. Pain shot up my left leg and I felt myself falling. My hands shot out, trying to find something to grab, but they caught air. The air was knocked out of my body as I hit the ground, face first.
I lifted my head, and saw a large shadow. I rolled over and saw a monster. It looked like a dragon but it was way more scarier. My eyes widened. I recognized this creature from Latin class. Drakon!
I tried to get up, but my ankle protested. It was broken. No! It hissed. I noticed that it had small brown eyes like my brothers. This would've been funny if I wasn't about to get eaten alive. I looked around for something, a stick, a rock, anything. I spotted a rock a foot away. I lunged for it, but my foot stopped me. I let out a cry of pain. The drakon stared down at me, its eyes glowing red like burning coals. That's weird. I thought they were brown? Oh, why am I thinking about this right now?
Suddenly, roots shot out the ground at the drakon's feet. The drakon let out a grunt of surprise. The roots started twirling themselves around the drakons feet, like magic. Then I realized it wasn't magic.
I saw a familiar face playing reed pipes: Julia! She was a girl from my class. Julia was a redhead and had freckles all over her face. "Summer," she shouted. "Run!" I didn't need encouragement. I started limping away, but then turned. What was I thinking? Julia couldn't hold off the drakon by herself! "What about you?" She didn't look away from the drakon but took the pipes out of her mouth long enough to speak. "I'm supposed to protect you!" "What!"
At that moment, the drakon broke free of the roots. She started running towards me. I turned and started running as fast as I could with a broken ankle. She caught up to me, her hoofs clattering on the ground. Wait, hold up. Hoofs? I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't turning crazy. Sure enough, Julia had hoofs. Julia had stopped and turned to the drakon, who was lumbering our way. I nudged her. "Come on!" She ignored me and started playing on her pipes again. This time, she managed to chain it to the ground. I stared in amazement. Then she turned to me; her orange eyes were blazing like fire, looking into my sky blue eyes. "Summer Anderson, you're in danger."
Now we slowed down and got a chance to talk.
"So, you're a satyr." Julia nodded; her orange curls bouncing. "Yep." She confirmed. "They're actually real?" I knew that was a stupid question. She turned and looked at me. "If they weren't real, would I be here?"
"Yeah, I can see that." I said. "But why am I in danger? I mean, who am I?" Julia hesitated. "If you didn't know who you were, the less monsters you would attract." I glared at her. "Tell me." About 100 yards ahead of us, there was a hill. A pine tree sat at the foot of it.
"Well, you know the gods Mr.William was talking about in class?" I nodded. "Like Zeus, Hera, and Ath-" Julia cut me off. "Names have power." She warned. What the heck? I was about to reply when a dog the size of a lion leaped out of the bushes. "Holy-" I broke off as it sprang at me.
Julia gasped. "A hellhound! From the Underworld!" I had no idea what she was talking about. "Summer! Head for the hill and don't stop or look back until you reach it!" Still clueless. "What about you?" Her face was sad. "Go!" She looked away and raised her pipes to her lips but it slipped out of her hand. The hellhound leaped over to her with blood red eyes. I turned before I could see more. I was just 20 feet from the hill when I looked back. The hellhound had caught up to me, surprisingly fast. I caught a glimpse of the satyrs unmoving body.
"No!" I spotted a guy on the hill. "Help!" I yelled. He saw me and ran to the other side of the hill. He was probably scared. I wanted to scream. Tears streamed down my face. Anger boiled inside of me. I wanted to rip the hellhound to shreds, but I knew I couldn't do it. The hellhound leaped at me. I tried to move out of the way but it was too late.
The last thing I remember was seeing kids that were around my age. Some crowded around me, whispering nervously. Some attacked the giant killer dog from the Underworld. Then I heard a man's voice and the kids moved out of the way. This dude had the body of a horse, but the top of a guy. What was he? Oh yeah, a centaur, of course. Then he carried me on his back, up the hill.
(Do you like it? It's long.)
My History
I was running as fast as I could. In the corner of my eye, I saw a sign that said 'Pick your own strawberries! 5 miles away' flash by. I didn't know why, but weird things kept happening to me. I could hear foot steps thundering after me. I knew it was catching up. Someone, no, something was after me. I ran faster. Everything around me looked like a blur. There wasn't anyone around; I guess people prefer apples over strawberries. I've been running for at least 3 miles now, and it didn't help that the sun was shining brightly on me, making it hotter and hotter. I felt myself slowing down. No! I told myself, but my legs wouldn't move.
The thing let out a roar. A rock the size of a beachball whistled past my ear. I let out a scream and started running again. Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm usually brave, but this? Imagine being chased by a thing that you didn't even know what it was and running for 3 miles. I wanted to cry. I'd never been so terrified in my whole life.
Not even when my older half brother put spiders in my pillow. Darrin is such a jerk. You'd think he'd be more mature at the age of 16, but no. And he knows I'm terrified of spiders. I can't think of anything more terrifying than spiders. Oh yeah, this.
I have 2 more half brothers. They're 14 and 9. Drew and Tom. I don't know why, but they hate me. Even my mom does. She said my dad died when I was little. Then she married someone else and she also died in a car crash. My stepdad was good looking but his kids? Ugh. The three brothers all were chubby with mud colored curly hair and small, beady, brown eyes.
I don't know why, but somehow, I knew this attack had something to do with my dad. Not my stepdad, my real dad. I don't know why, but I could feel it. And I had this feeling he wasn't dead. My muscles were aching. I wanted to cry for help but I knew it wouldn't work. No one was here, and even if I tried, I'd be wasting my energy. Sweat was pouring down my face. I wiped at the sweat and rubbed my eyes. Pain shot up my left leg and I felt myself falling. My hands shot out, trying to find something to grab, but they caught air. The air was knocked out of my body as I hit the ground, face first.
I lifted my head, and saw a large shadow. I rolled over and saw a monster. It looked like a dragon but it was way more scarier. My eyes widened. I recognized this creature from Latin class. Drakon!
I tried to get up, but my ankle protested. It was broken. No! It hissed. I noticed that it had small brown eyes like my brothers. This would've been funny if I wasn't about to get eaten alive. I looked around for something, a stick, a rock, anything. I spotted a rock a foot away. I lunged for it, but my foot stopped me. I let out a cry of pain. The drakon stared down at me, its eyes glowing red like burning coals. That's weird. I thought they were brown? Oh, why am I thinking about this right now?
Suddenly, roots shot out the ground at the drakon's feet. The drakon let out a grunt of surprise. The roots started twirling themselves around the drakons feet, like magic. Then I realized it wasn't magic.
I saw a familiar face playing reed pipes: Julia! She was a girl from my class. Julia was a redhead and had freckles all over her face. "Summer," she shouted. "Run!" I didn't need encouragement. I started limping away, but then turned. What was I thinking? Julia couldn't hold off the drakon by herself! "What about you?" She didn't look away from the drakon but took the pipes out of her mouth long enough to speak. "I'm supposed to protect you!" "What!"
At that moment, the drakon broke free of the roots. She started running towards me. I turned and started running as fast as I could with a broken ankle. She caught up to me, her hoofs clattering on the ground. Wait, hold up. Hoofs? I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't turning crazy. Sure enough, Julia had hoofs. Julia had stopped and turned to the drakon, who was lumbering our way. I nudged her. "Come on!" She ignored me and started playing on her pipes again. This time, she managed to chain it to the ground. I stared in amazement. Then she turned to me; her orange eyes were blazing like fire, looking into my sky blue eyes. "Summer Anderson, you're in danger."
***
Now we slowed down and got a chance to talk.
"So, you're a satyr." Julia nodded; her orange curls bouncing. "Yep." She confirmed. "They're actually real?" I knew that was a stupid question. She turned and looked at me. "If they weren't real, would I be here?"
"Yeah, I can see that." I said. "But why am I in danger? I mean, who am I?" Julia hesitated. "If you didn't know who you were, the less monsters you would attract." I glared at her. "Tell me." About 100 yards ahead of us, there was a hill. A pine tree sat at the foot of it.
"Well, you know the gods Mr.William was talking about in class?" I nodded. "Like Zeus, Hera, and Ath-" Julia cut me off. "Names have power." She warned. What the heck? I was about to reply when a dog the size of a lion leaped out of the bushes. "Holy-" I broke off as it sprang at me.
Julia gasped. "A hellhound! From the Underworld!" I had no idea what she was talking about. "Summer! Head for the hill and don't stop or look back until you reach it!" Still clueless. "What about you?" Her face was sad. "Go!" She looked away and raised her pipes to her lips but it slipped out of her hand. The hellhound leaped over to her with blood red eyes. I turned before I could see more. I was just 20 feet from the hill when I looked back. The hellhound had caught up to me, surprisingly fast. I caught a glimpse of the satyrs unmoving body.
"No!" I spotted a guy on the hill. "Help!" I yelled. He saw me and ran to the other side of the hill. He was probably scared. I wanted to scream. Tears streamed down my face. Anger boiled inside of me. I wanted to rip the hellhound to shreds, but I knew I couldn't do it. The hellhound leaped at me. I tried to move out of the way but it was too late.
The last thing I remember was seeing kids that were around my age. Some crowded around me, whispering nervously. Some attacked the giant killer dog from the Underworld. Then I heard a man's voice and the kids moved out of the way. This dude had the body of a horse, but the top of a guy. What was he? Oh yeah, a centaur, of course. Then he carried me on his back, up the hill.
(Do you like it? It's long.)
