Post by Hope Dawson on Nov 27, 2009 20:21:36 GMT -5
Great, just great! Hope thought to herself as she wandered onto an empty field. It looked like an old baseball field. She pushed her hand through her soaking wet hair. Of course, it just had to of been raining. The one night she gets lost, its raining. No, not raining. Pouring. Raining cats and dogs.
Hope began to shiver, if it was any colder, it would be snowing. She looked around for any sign of familiarity. How did this happen to her? She thought back to earlier, she was walking to the lodging house...and then, oh yes. She heard a noise, and took a wrong turn, got mixed up and ended up in the old baseball field. This was just great.
And to make things worse, she was terrified. Would she admit it? Of course not. But with the rumors with the newsie girls being in danger scared her to death. She tried to put on a confident persona. Oh, what's the use? She asked herself, There's no one around, I'm all alone.
Or so she thought.
Hope began to shiver, if it was any colder, it would be snowing. She looked around for any sign of familiarity. How did this happen to her? She thought back to earlier, she was walking to the lodging house...and then, oh yes. She heard a noise, and took a wrong turn, got mixed up and ended up in the old baseball field. This was just great.
And to make things worse, she was terrified. Would she admit it? Of course not. But with the rumors with the newsie girls being in danger scared her to death. She tried to put on a confident persona. Oh, what's the use? She asked herself, There's no one around, I'm all alone.
Or so she thought.
