18 April 2012
Before i could run or scream a hand covers my mouth. A small hand, but strong nailing me against the back of a tree. I open my eyes in shock and slide the hand away.
"Charles?" I ask dizzy and dehydrated. I reach up for his extended hand and he pulls me up.
"Go on! we dont have much time" a voice shouts from behind me. A muscular raspy voice, very familular.
As soon as I regain balence again little one legged Charles pulls me up. We run as fast as we can in the other direction. It fills like about twenty minutes have gone by when i finally decide to speak.
"Where are we going?!" I ask staring Charles in the eye. His dark face was coated in dirt, filled with scratches and tears. His bright blue eyes glistened bringing life to his every feature. We never knew how his eyes could have been blue, everybody else has brown eyes in my family, and its extremely rare to find a black boy with blue eyes.
"Away from this storm." said Charles in his little voice. He was obviously overtired and sad about something.
"Charles, we cant just run from a storm we have to find shelter." I say looking behind me. The tornado was smaller then it was before. It seemed to be dying down a bit.
"Jalanee" A deep voice from behind me calmly calls out. It was the same raspy voice I heard before. And the closer it came to me the clearer it became. "We have a shelter a few miles forward. Says the voice coming closer, and closer until finally it comes into veiw. His cold black beeding eyes stare into mine It was my older brother collin, the one that had saved me back in the city, and he had a friend with him. He seemed 15 or 16 somewhere around my age. He had the strangest eyes i had ever seen, they where a yellow, almost an orange. It seemed as though flames where shooting out of his eyes. My eyes must have been pretty fascinating as well. A vibrent green almost as light as the leaves on a tree. I've been told that when you look into them it's almost as thoug your looking into my soul, although thats only what I've been told. I have never seen myself in a mirror before, my previous owners told me I was so ugly I would shatter it if I looked in it bringing bad luck to everybody. So I never did.
"Do you have any food?" says my brother Collin. "Anything that could possibly keep us going for the next few hours." He says pointing to my pockets. I couldnt help myself I ran up to him and hugged him. I hugged him for saving my life, and I hugged him because I missed him. I neede somebody to count on somebody to look up to and now I do. After I ran over and hugged Charles who limped up to me smiling with his beautiful sea blue eyes.
"And whos-" I didnt even get to finish my question. Before I could the orange eyes black boy fell to the ground. Motionless and barely breathing.
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