~don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant~
~the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched- they must be felt with the heart~
Sydney jumps when she hears the snap of a twig. She removes her hands from her face revealing dark, dirt strikes on her face. She faces the direction the sound came from. Her eyes widen with fright as she sees the tall man staring at her from behind a tree. He was now close enough for her to make out some of his fetchers. He was so tall maybe over seven foot, he was so skinny like tree branches, he wore a black suit and tie. He could easily be mistaken for a tree. She couldn’t make out his face for it was too dark, the shadows covered his face. Sydney slowly stands up and dashes in the opposite direction. She looks behind her to see if she escaped. He wasn’t there. Sydney started to slow down. “Good,” she says, “I think I lost him.” Sydney finally stops and leans against a tree. That was when she saw her. A young girl in a black plad skirt a black longsleave shirt with fishnet sleaves. She had midnight black hair and pearsing icy blue eyes. She was barefoot and judging from the scares and bruses on her face, arms, and legs Sydney could tell she has been in this forest for a long time. She was sitting up in a tree. Sydney calculated she is probably about 16 or 17. “Hey!” Sydney calls out to her. The mysterious girl’s icy blue eyes pierce at Sydney. It felt like her eyes were staring directly into Sydney’s soul.
(Here’s the third paragraph let me know what you think. I’ll give you the forth tomorrow.)