Posted in Posted by Lois Walfrid Johnson
Okay guys... here's chapter 2 it's really short, I know!!!!
CHAPTER 2
A man, or rather a boy, came around in front of me (he was the one who dragged me out) and kicked my ribs. I heard a crack and knew he had broken a rib but I would not give him the pleasure of him seeing me in pain. I stopped crying and gave him the most stubborn look I could muster. Then, even though it took more strength than I thought I had, I got up and stared him in the face. With a calm voice I said "Only a coward would attack four men with fifty." With that I turned to walk away, but the boy grabbed my arm and hit me with something on the head. After that, I remembered nothing else.
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I stood there stroking the scars on the under side of my arms trying to remember the face of that boy. After three years I still cannot remember his face. Every Friday night I go back to our camp and try to remember his face and every time I go past the church I think through the whole story and try to remember something of how he looked. I never can.
"Mark?" A voice broke through my daydreaming. It was my best friend, Kambell Ann Forester. She was with her father.
"Oh! Hi Kami. I was just...um...enjoying the beautiful morning." I had almost told her what I was really doing but I remembered her father was standing right there and I hadn't told anyone but Kami and my family about what had happened. I also always wore long sleeves because I didn't want anyone's pity or scorn.
Suddenly there was a loud shout behind me I turned around and saw Kami's brother, Tom, kicking another man in the chest. The man on the ground looked about twenty years old. My arm went around my waist, remembering the pain of a broken rib. I ran over and grabbed Tom's arm. He turned toward me. "What are you doing Tom?" I asked
"I'm killing the man who murdered your father and brother." I looked down at the man on the ground. My breath caught and the whole scene at the church flashed back in my mind again. This time the face of the man matched perfectly with the one in front of me.
