Mao watched the thrashers circle above her head and land upon the trees for shelter from the pounding rain. Her bare feet were bit and bruised, and her face caked with mud. A perfect day to her. She hid under the blanket covered with a material that protected her from the rain that was turned into a small shelter, just by hanging it on a tree. Two pairs of clothes, shoes, meat in container and water in another, a smaller blanket and a small pocket knife was everything she owned. Her fire was put out by the rain, and she was alone.
She ran away from home about two weeks back. 5 policemen and 2 watchdogs have been used, but havenít succeeded. I wonder when theyíll give up. I canít stay covered for very long. Mao thought silently to herself, as she did many times. Suddenly her eyelids felt heavy and they drooped for a while until the rain slowly lulled her to sleep.
A low, growling noise was to be heard that startled Mao when she woke up. Her arm was cut and bruised and her head felt swollen. The ground seemed cold and wet. She looked up and she saw that the containers had been over and knocked over. The pocket knife lay beside her. The blanket was tattered. Mao looked around for the thing that had done this.
EDIT: I edited the last paragraph.
Edited by animelover22, 26 June 2009 - 08:39 PM.