Angelica bounded through the trees, fighting to stay calm. It was so weird to not be in such a controlled enviornment and be so free out there. She was from a formal british family. The kind of family that kept you behind invisible bars by controlling your world but in the end nobody can control your feelings. Angelica had ran away from the constant horror of her old life. She was tired of being her parent's slave. She was tired of being a doll. They dressed her up in tight dresses that could choke you since she could remember. Now, she wasnt in a tight dress. Instead she wore a MJ t-shirt and jeans with shoes that she had painted MJ onto. She was one of those die-hard fans who just needed that inspiration. Being a fan of Michael Jackson was unusually difficult with a mom who completely despised him and friends that wished he would have truly left the Earth. But nobody is truly gone forever. She knew that by heart. She had ran away and she was not going back whatever matter. She wanted respect. She wanted kindness. She wanted friends, true friends. Not the kind of friends she once had that despised you one day and then couldnt care more the next. Her parents made everything so complicated when everything could be so simple and carefree. She ran through the forest but suddenly she couldnt. Something was tugging on her hair very hard. She turned to see her beautiful, curly, brown hair tangled around a branch. Then she heard soemthing like a growl. She whipped around. A wolf stood there snarling with snapping teeth and a lashing tail. She tried to run but remembered her hair was stuck. She yanked at the branch but it would not budge. She shut her eyes tight and without thinking she put her hand out. Expecting to feel the pain of a bite, she felt the soft, warm fur underneath her palm. She opened her eyes slowly. Her olive green eyes met the dark black eyes of the wolf and she saw such misunderstanding. She slowly began to rub the top of the wolf's head.
"Fear not. I will not harm you" the wolf said in a deep growl. She gave a curt nod and the wolf bowed and backed out. She untangled her hair and moved on. She made a sharp turn by where a rock stood in her way. As she turned someone came out of the long reeds and banches and put a wand to her chin. Angelica gulped hard and backed up to a tree but the stranger still held her wand up threatningly. The stranger was now in the light and Angelica could see the stranger was a women. She had long blond hair and striking blue eyes. She put the wand down abruptly and ran off into the woods.
"Hey, wait! Come back!" Angelica yelled after her. Angelica ran after the girl. She wanted to know what was going on. She ran after the girl into a clearing. A large clearing with a huge house in the middle of a valley. Was this a dream or an illusion? It was 12 stories high and was painted scarlet with black lining. Angelica, now scared, pulled the hood of her armless cloak over her head and starred. How gorgeous! Her green eyes opened even wider when she saw 3 ladies walking out toward them.

To be continued . . .