I Heard something right behind me. I ran. If I learned anything from this island it’s Don’t Trust Anything. I heard the crunching of whatever was under my feet, and the heavy breathing of what was behind me. It sure is light on its feet. “Ahhh!” I screamed. “What’s wrong!” Dad ran into my room, clearly worried. “It was just a dream”, I gasped. Dad shook his head,”you’ve been having a lot of these dreams lately. If you ever want to talk about them…”, his voice trailed off. “I’m fine”, I said rather quickly. “Okay, it’s about time to get up anyway. We have a long day today, I’ll cook breakfast.” I nodded and he left. I recovered from the shock, went through my regular morning routine, and headed downstairs for breakfast. I’ve been having bad dreams ever since I was 6, ever since my mom passed really.
My first update is a preview of my story. Also, this is a piece of art I drew today for the story, enjoy, or not I don't know.
