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kitkatgood
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ok so after what you just read it skips to when Chrissie is 15 and living with her aunt and uncle as their servant. How should i start the book off? it is going to be about her life and her friend Ryan who she has a crush on. help me sart the book off please! underneath is the beginning before the actual beginning. i hope that makes sense. thanks!
It was unthinkably cold. All she had was her old ragged jacket, t-shirt, and torn jeans. Why did it have to end like this? Karen stopped running and started to walk Almost at a pace of a slow jog. As she felt the wind brush her face she started to see rows after row of houses. Which one was now Chrissie’s? The baby started crying as the chill of the wind went by. She wrapped the baby even tighter under her jacket. Out of her pocket she pulled out a piece of paper with four digits on it. She scanned the houses for the one with all four digits written neatly on the side of a building. Feeling like her hands were going numb, she saw it from a far away distance. Karen ran holding her baby close to her body as the wind crept up again. The fearing woman ran as she heard her own worse nightmare. “ There is the house,” she thought. They were at the end of a gate. On the other side was a huge house. As the gates opened Karen thought. So much she just wanted to turn around and go back home, but she knew in her heart that if she didn't do this now it would be too late in the long run if she waited. No one was following her. With one of her hands she took off her jacket and with the other she held her baby as tight as ever. She wrapped her baby up in the jacket to keep the chill of the wind out. She placed her daughter down by the doorstep, pulling out another piece of paper. She placed it down next to her baby’s head. With one second in hand, she put a little teddy bear on top. This paper was more important than any address or place in the whole world. This one had fancy cursive writing and lace around every edge of the paper. But it wasn’t what it looked like that was important, but what it contained in the writing itself. Karen started to walk away. As she got closer to the gate she turned her head over her right shoulder to see her baby. One more step and the heart broken mother looked back again one more time and whispered to her perfect little angel, “ Good-bye Chrissie,” With hot tears streaming down her cheeks she started running toward the nearby woods, with no jacket to keep her warm. The only word not heard in her whisper was, “forever.” It was now lost in the wind and no one would ever hear that voice again; at least no one that was going to save her in her own nightmare.
It was unthinkably cold. All she had was her old ragged jacket, t-shirt, and torn jeans. Why did it have to end like this? Karen stopped running and started to walk Almost at a pace of a slow jog. As she felt the wind brush her face she started to see rows after row of houses. Which one was now Chrissie’s? The baby started crying as the chill of the wind went by. She wrapped the baby even tighter under her jacket. Out of her pocket she pulled out a piece of paper with four digits on it. She scanned the houses for the one with all four digits written neatly on the side of a building. Feeling like her hands were going numb, she saw it from a far away distance. Karen ran holding her baby close to her body as the wind crept up again. The fearing woman ran as she heard her own worse nightmare. “ There is the house,” she thought. They were at the end of a gate. On the other side was a huge house. As the gates opened Karen thought. So much she just wanted to turn around and go back home, but she knew in her heart that if she didn't do this now it would be too late in the long run if she waited. No one was following her. With one of her hands she took off her jacket and with the other she held her baby as tight as ever. She wrapped her baby up in the jacket to keep the chill of the wind out. She placed her daughter down by the doorstep, pulling out another piece of paper. She placed it down next to her baby’s head. With one second in hand, she put a little teddy bear on top. This paper was more important than any address or place in the whole world. This one had fancy cursive writing and lace around every edge of the paper. But it wasn’t what it looked like that was important, but what it contained in the writing itself. Karen started to walk away. As she got closer to the gate she turned her head over her right shoulder to see her baby. One more step and the heart broken mother looked back again one more time and whispered to her perfect little angel, “ Good-bye Chrissie,” With hot tears streaming down her cheeks she started running toward the nearby woods, with no jacket to keep her warm. The only word not heard in her whisper was, “forever.” It was now lost in the wind and no one would ever hear that voice again; at least no one that was going to save her in her own nightmare.