'Fever Crumb'

Hey, Libbie, stop trying to revive this blog all on your own, 'kay? Even though I have no idea what to do with this wide expanse of internet before me, I still want my fair share! (How much is my fair share?)

Regardless, I named my post after this lovely book.

Steampunky goodness. Have you ever tried it? It's good for your health, I swear.

Now, since I technically don't know what I'm doing and I've already reviewed this book elsewhere I suppose this is the end.

We need to figure out what we're doing with this blog on Wednesday, Libbie.

Les Misérables

First off, getting the accent above the 'e' took me forever to do. I don't know why the space behind her head is glowing . . . I love it when that happens! It happens to me all of the time.
This post is coming to you in three parts.
PART 1 The Film (2012) Spoiler Free
I saw the film and it was amazing! Disclaimer: Most people are saying that if you don't like musicals they don't know if you'll like the film, but I am telling you right now, if you don't like musicals, you will hate this. If you did not know, the story is 99% singing and the spoken word is a) part of a song or b) connecting two songs. I have seen the play (on TV), but I saw it when I was about 5 and at that point, everything was going way over my head. On to the film. The singing was amazing. I love the fact that it was not prerecorded, but in fact they sang on set. It added a lot of emotion and reality to the film. Hats off to Anne Hathaway for I Dreamed a Dream (amaz-sauce!). Russel Crowe was very meh and they needed a stronger Javert. Other than that, the acting was fantastic and the cinematography was beautiful. The film along with its actors definitely deserve awards for this.
PART 2 The Book
I have no idea if you have seen the book, but it is huge. It's like the (better plotted, thought out, intelligent, awesome, wonderful, thank the lord its lacking Kristen Stewart) version of Twilight. I haven't actually read it (don't have that much free time).
PART 3 The Reviews
For the most part it has gotten good reviews by journalists and YouTubers alike. Of course there are haters (don't be hatin'!), but I just have a problem with the people getting the facts wrong. People say that this took place during the French Revolution. NO! YOU ARE WRONG! The French Revolution that you think about when you think of the French Revolution, the one with the guillotine and Marie Antoinette, took place during 1790s.This story goes from about 1815-1832, so unless Victor Hugo was really bad at current and historical events (in his own country), this book does not take place during the French Revolution. The part most are saying is the French Revolution is in fact something entirely different called the June Rebellion.
PART 0 Other Stuff I wanna say
Every song is amazing and I liked it so much that I am about to see it a second time (not at 6:30 in the morning). SEE IT! I broke the "no caps on the Internet" rule so many times . . .
other PART 0
My favorite songs from this epicness some might call a film include:
These are in no particular order except the first song listed. I love it (I don't prefer one part where they sing it over another. It's way to amazing for that)
Do You Hear the People Sing?
Castle on a Cloud
I Dreamed a Dream
Look Down
One Day More
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Stars (not the Russel Crowe version-just YouTube someone else singing it-I know you know how)
Master of the House
At the End of the Day
and every other song (no really, I don't know if I've said it but they are all amazing)
other other PART 0
and a picture! (again)

Great Expectations

We haven't posted in a while, but I swear, we are still alive.
So if you think that this is about the book by Charles Dickens, you are wrong. Prepare for story time with Libbie.
To understand this story, you must first know that one of my favorite books is The Great Gatsby (by F. Scott Fitzgerald) so when I heard they were making a movie of it, with the director being the same man who directed Moulin Rouge, I was extremely excited. I saw a trailer for it sometime over the summer and I remember it said that it was coming out on Christmas. I hadn't heard any different news on it until I was at the theater on Wednesday (seeing Les Mis-and it was amazing) and they had a trailer for it saying it was coming to theaters May 10, 2013. This made me cry a little inside. It also made me think of how your show is supposed to start on time. How your supposed to show up to work/class on time. So the fact that they didn't show up on time was disappointing. The only way to be forgiven for such an atrocity is if the movie is the most  amazing thing since (insert favorite thing here). And if you claim to be a Grammar Nazi, see the link. It's good stuff.
BTDubz (this means by the way to all of you less-educated folk), I think that whenever we post something that is not part of a story, we title the post (FITTINGLY) with the name of a book or movie.
Click here for the Grammar Nazi video. If I haven't coerced you to watch it yet, it also has Stephen Fry . . . He's a comedian. And he's an old English guy. Gotta luv it (sorry, southern Libbie was seeping through).
And in case your really bored . . . memes! I recomend that you look up axe murderer memes. They are hilarious. And a random meme I just found (I love this movie).
        meme just found                                                                           example of axe murder meme
                                    






#boredom



And just incase you were wondering, this is exactly how I talk IRL. Ask Jessica. (I mean all of the weird texting lingo). And this post seems to have really gotten away from the original intent.

Part 10

A/N- Yes, I am a lazy bum when it comes to writing. Now shush and read the short and late part 10.

The cabbie was true to his word. My stomach could vouch for that, as it was begging to give me back the lousy meal I had eaten on the plane. He had lost the creeper back a few streets, and I was shocked that  my brother looked unfazed. In fact, he was humming tunelessly.
"Would you stop that humming," I snapped.
"Well some one's had a violent mood swing," James muttered under his breath. Thankfully he shut up.
The cabbie pulled up to a rather crisp townhouse. "Here ya go," he said. I thanked him and paid him a little extra to boot. When we got out, I was able to get a better look at the building in front of us.
It looked like a residential building, but a placard next to the door announced it as the office of Dr. Joseph Watson, professional psychiatrist.
"We're going to see a guy who deals with crazy people?" James said, a slight bit of surprise in his tone.
"That's one way to put it," I replied. Breathing deep, I hit the buzzer and heard steps from within the townhouse.
A short lady with a strict look on her face answered the door. When she saw us, though, she nodded.
"Come; the doctor is expecting you."

Excuses and Audrey Hepburn

So, you might be wondering "Hey! Why hasn't Libbie posted in forever?". Well as it happens, you, dear reader are not the only person with a life. Essay, tests, and finals pilled up during the school year and I have been traveling since school let out. Excuses, ya gotta love 'em.
Right now I'm at the library because my grandmother has a meeting here. They need to plan a fund raiser or something . . .
Speaking of libraries, does anyone know a good book to read? I haven't really gotten lost in a book for ages and I have been having free time with grammy dearest where there is no WiFi. I NEED A BOOK!



If Jessica can post a random picture of a banana, I can post a random picture of Audrey Hepburn. Love this chica. Hate bananas.

Part 9

If the hour of waiting felt like six hours, the eight hour flight felt like days. And the crying baby didn't help. We ran off the plane and out of the airport. Free at last! I thought as the smog filled air filled my lungs.
"Hey Red, whose the guy with the ciggy?" James said nodding at the man in all black leaning on a support beam. James called me 'Red' because he was too lazy to say Scarlett and he claims "Well they mean the same thing!” I think that defiantly strengthens my case that he is a lazy bum. The man shot us a sharp glance, and I realized he had been following us for some time. He was standing in the parking lot where we hotwired the car. He had been on the airplane only a few rows behind us.
"I don't know, but he has been following us since the small town in Illinois."
"Great. We have our own personal stalker from the Russian mob."
"Well I don't think now is the best time for a confrontation."
With this we ran. We were soon followed by stalker and three of his closest friends. When they got closer, we hailed a cab and told the cabbie to "Go!".
"And where are we goin' today mister and missus?" the cabbie asked us with the men in black on our tail.
Wait. I have no idea where to go.
"Do you, by chance, know where a Doctor Joseph Watson lives?" James asked.
Idiot. How on Earth would he know where this man lives?
"Yeah, yeah. I think I know who ya mean," the man said with a little of a chuckle hidden under is heavy cockney accent.
Okay, maybe I shouldn't have thought so quickly. James smiled at me as if he knew what i was thinking the entire time. Bum-face.
"And on the way, lose this cab behind us," I said looking back to see the cab who the cab behind us belonged to.
"O' course missus."

Happy 4th! On the Fifth...

Happy Independance Day, everyone! I'm fashionably late, obviously xD

I don't have much to chat about in the region of 'stuff'. Give me a moment.

Ah, alright, here we go.

Who all likes bananas? They're yellow and smell good, and have cool natural packaging. Monkeys like eating them too!

Part 8

Author's Note- Naughty Libbie! I expect some very good, interesting excuses indeed! I suppose I can write a little.

After managing to get to the local airport that I was shocked was still open, James and I sat down in our terminal. We had an hour wait, and so wait we would.
Three minutes into our wait, James spoke up.
"This is terribly boring."
"We've been sitting here for three minutes," I said.
"And they've been the three most boring minutes of my life!" He protested.
"Then take a nap or something," I told him, not in the mood for pointless banter that would accomplish nothing.
He shrugged. "Okay." Settling back into his chair, he closed his eyes and soon I started to hear soft snuffles.
He would be out for a while now.
It didn't take me much longer to recognize why James was so bored. This had to be the most monotonous place I had ever been! Everything was either white or a rather unfashionable shade of navy blue. Every minute or so, the near silence was interrupted by the intercom droning on about checking luggage and not carrying razors onto the airplane.
"This had better be worth it," I muttered to myself. "Because this is torture."

Thoughts from an Airport

I realized that I haven't written in months. I could give you excuses (and at some point I probably will) but for now I will give you advice on how NOT to annoy every person in this God-forsaken place.
Rule 1) Please don't be one of those people who decides that today is the day you are going to wear your favorite (seventeen) necklace(s) with an arm full of bangles and the rings that you could not live without. And then you forget to take it off and it takes like 1/2 an hour and eveyone wants to strangle you.
Rule 2) When your boarding a plane and the person is taking there time, lounging in the aisle (usually because they're too cheap to spend the $15 required to check a bag) and they decide they should try and shove it in this extremley small area above the seats. When this happens, the person is usually in approximatley the 3rd row.
Rule 3) I'm not just going to gate on the passengers. This ones for the boarding-pass-giver-outers (it's totally a real word;look it up). So let's say I'm Gabe and I am traveling with my bestie Joe. Joe an I have the decensey(sp) to check our bags. So we are at the counter getting our boarding passes and checking our bags TOGETHER and the weight limit is 15 pounds (it's a small plane) and Joe puts his bag on the scale and it's 12 pounds and he's all happy. Then I put mine on the scale and it is 16 pounds. The lady at the counter knows that we are traveling together. She knows that this weight is all going to the same plane, but she still forces me to make me take out 1 pound from my bag and put it in Joe's.

Those are just a few of the things that make me hate airports. What do you hate about airports (because I know I left some stuff out). I really am sorry I've been MIA. It's your turn Jess.

Part Seven

"Watson?" James echoed as he read over my shoulder. "Like the guy in Sherlock Holmes?"
I rolled my eyes. "Of that entire letter, that's what caught your eye?" I shook my head, and he grinned doofishly. Leave it to my brother to make a creepy and wierd situation feel comfortable. I slid my mother's ring onto my right hand, and James did the same with Dad's. I decided not to think about the freaky coincidence of the passports and turned to James. "Ready to fly to a foriegn country?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"One more thing to check off the bucket list, hey?" He offered me his hand, and I took it. We were maybe half an hour out of the nearest town. If we could get there, we could hotwire a car and get to the nearest airport before tomorrow ended. I broke out into a run, letting go of my brother's hand and racing ahead of him. Over the years of being a fugitive from the Social Services, I had picked up the talent. I even raced a few irked alleycats once.
I highly advise against it.
I could hear James huffing and puffing behind me- it was a fact I was a better runner than him, and we'd been running off and on all day. That didn't slow me down, though. He could man up and deal with it- I wanted to find this Watson dude and find out what was so important.

Part SIx

We ran and ran, trying to get far away from that thing, but we had no idea what we were doing. We had been looking so long that we had forgotten what else to do. The sun was beginning to rise and we couldn't see any demon child so we decided to sit. I took the letter that we had received so long ago and decided that now was a fine time to open it. The aging envelope was thick with a few bumps, creasing with the steady position that it had held in my pocket.
Do not open until you are ready.
is what the envelope read on the outside. I opened the envelope and a couple of one hundred dollar bills flew out. James went running after them and had recovered both before they had time to get too far away. He came down to sit next to me and I gave him all of the money to hold. The next thing that was in there were two rings. They had both previously belonged to our parents. They were not their wedding rings ,but they still wore the rings constantly. Our mother's ring was a silver band with an inner band of inlaid rubies. On top there was a round, red, opaque stone. Our father's was almost the same but with a gold band rather than silver. I left them both in the envelope and took the two passports.
You have opened this envelope because you now believe you are ready. They were both pictures of James and I currently, with the current year as the year we received our passports, with different names. How is this so current? According to the passports, I was Sarah Jane Smith and James was John Charles Smith. I then pulled out the last remaining thing in the envelope. The letter.
Dear James and Scarlett,
You have opened this letter because you believe you are ready. We know that we will not live much longer so we would like to say goodbye one last time. Please know that everything we have done has been in the best interest of you two. Now we must conduct business. Wear the rings with pride as we wore them. By now you have seen the passports and Angelica. There are some things in this world that you do not yet know. Things that you will come to understand. First I need you to book the soonest flight to London. That is what the money is for. There you will find Dr. Joseph Watson. He will explain everything. The clocks are ticking.
With love,
Mom and Dad

More Stuff (Merlin Related)

Thank you, google...I am in love with google images right now xD

It's a little fuzzy...Still. xD

Part Five

I raised an eyebrow, confused. Both of us had stopped to stare curiously at this...this thing before us.
"Then what are you?" I asked, albeit tentatively.
She giggled, holding a delicate white hand to her mouth. "What fun is a mystery when you already know the answer?" She pointed out, winking at us. I almost shuddered. Something about the way she talked made me think this was not funny in the slightest. "Now be good little children and hand over the box."
"Why should I?" I shot back, regaining my defense. "If you aren't my sister, I owe you nothing!"
Angelica's eyes grew dark, like the sky before a storm. With the same lightening speed she had displayed back in the hut, she was up in my face. Well, more of my neck. Despite her terror, I felt comfort in her vertically challenged condition.
"You owe me your life, Scarlett!" She hissed, her pupils dilating with every word. "You have no idea the things I do for you!" She backed away, and started into her maniacal giggling again. "Of course, who would have told you?"
James backed away slightly, and held out his hand for me to take. "We need to get out of here," he murmured as Angelica curled over in her fit of hysterics. I merely nodded, and snatched his hand in mine. Once again we were on the run.
"No! Get back here! I did not tell you to leave!" Angelica's screams of fury hurt my ears, but we kept running, stumbling only once on a particularly large rock. I could hear her bare feet slapping against the leaf-coated earth as well, slowly gaining on us. As we passed a rotting piece of fence, I heard her gasp as if the air had been punched out of her, like she had run into a wall. I stopped, and turned to see her stuck behind the rotting fencepost.
"Come back and give me what I require!" She screeched. Her voice was starting to fade, almost as if she were the end of a bad horror movie. "You owe me your lives! My life flows in your veins, Scarlett! And yours too, James! Come back and give me what I require!" Her voice began to crack and rasp, like an old lady, and I watched with slight fascination as her features began to decay, as if she were aging too fast.
"We need to get away, Scarlett. No time for freak-watching!" James chastised me, tugging on my arm. I ripped my gaze from the wasting-away Angelica, and turned to run again.
If I hadn't known better, I would have said that was the end of our troubles. Of course, living as I did, I knew things only got worse before the journey was over.

Part 4

Not exactly knowing what to do next, I felt as though I looked defeated. Hopeless. Angelica took great pleasure in this. I could see it in her eyes. The way they gleamed as she looked at the box I was slowly letting go of. But my friends always did say that I was an excellent actress. Just as I was about to give her the box, I held it to my chest with all of the force I could exsert, turned around, and broke into a run. James seem confused by this at first, but be soon caught on. I think. We were both running through the forrest, avoiding the ever present twigs and branches. I looked back to see that my sister, even though she was dead, was catching up to us. I knew what she wanted was in my hands. I tried to remember her. She had run away from the orphanage. Wait, no she died of Lupus. I remember her getting buried, right? God, I couldn't even remember my own sister. I stopped at a tree to catch my breath. From the look on James's face, I could tell he couldn't remember Angelica either. The memories with her seemed familiar, but at the same time, they seemed fake. Like watching a movie of someone else's life.
"Come on! We have to keep running!" James said while panting. Then the dots fit together.
"Who are you?"I asked Angelica slowly backing from the tree. James putting together the dots aswel, also backed away.
"Why it's me, dear sister,"Angelica said coming towards us.
"No your not. We don't even know who you are,"James said with disgust to the young creature.
"Good heavens! It took you two long enough."

Part 3

"What? Not used to seeing the assumed-dead yet?" The girl asked, her voice dripping with sarcastic apology.
"You're dead," I managed to stutter. "You died before Mom and Dad even did!"
"Wrong!" She snarled.
"You did die, I'm positive," James said, somwhat unsure. "We attended your funeral. Your body was in the coffin, Angelica." I shuddered at her name. I never had liked my bratty little sister, but seeing this...thing of her was even worse. It made me clutch the ancient shoebox even harder, until the cardboard started to cave in ymy hands.
"What's in the box?" Angelica asked, her blue eyes sparkling with raging curiousity. When neither of us answered, they grew darker. "Give me the box!"
I shook my head, in too much shock to even speak. The sister-thing stood from her rickity old rocking chair, and walked up to me, looking up into my eyes. She was a good four inches shorter than me. At least that much was normal- She was three years younger than me.
"Give. Me. The box." Her voice was quiet, like a whispy cloud. In a way, it held a strange beauty to it.
"Just give it to her," James urged from a few feet away. I bit my lip, worried. Should I give her what I had spent five years of my life protecting? Or was it worth dying for?

A/N- I wrote enough to give you a lead for part four. Your turn Libbie!

Updates and Apologies

So if you can't tell by the name of this post, this post is mostly about updates and apologies. This post will come to you in 4 parts.

Part 1:Updates
So, after some intense detective work (meaning about .01 seconds on google), we found out that there are about a bazillion blogs called Stories and Stuff sooo . . . we's gonna gets an new blog name! If you have any suggestions, please let us know in the comments.
Since I am one of the most self-centered person on the webbies (Libbie slang for Internet), I have notices that we have more people reading us in Russia than anywhere else. I think I'm going to name my favs Russian, Ruffled.
We realize that we haven't posted any bits for the story lately, that will soon be fixed by Jessica . . .
Yes, yes I do realize that it is 12:00 at night.

Part 2:Apologies
I am so very sorry for the unplanned hiatus, I swear we are not dead. Unless Jessica is a zombie. That would explain so much . . .
If you couldn't tell, I am an extremely sarcastic person and I say some sketchy stuff, but it is not meant to be offending to anyone.
I realize your jealousy, and am sorry that you can never reach the awesomeness of me. You know what they say, not my fault . . .

Part 3:Rules
So Jessica, I hope you are reading this because there are new rules being instated!
Rule 1)We, as a team, have to post at least 4 posts a week from Monday-Sunday.
Rule 2)Out of the (at least) 4 posts a week, 2 of them (one from me, one from you) must be towards the story.
Rule 3)If any rules are broken, you must have a punishment decided by someone.
The reason that I am posting this on the blog and not just sending this straight to you (Jessica) is so everyone knows what the new expectations are.

Part 4:Stuff
Sorry that this was kinda ramble-y and boring I promise that there will be a more interesting next time.
Jessica, the rules are enforced as of NOW.

...More 'Stuff' xD (I got tagged)

Rules

1. Post these rules.
2. Post a picture of yourself and 11 random things.
3. Answer the questions for you in the original post.

4. Create 11 new questions and tag people to answer them.

5. Go to their blog and tell them you've tagged them.

I think I've explained this question before.
1. What is the most annoying or worst slogan? 'Just do it.' Do WHAT?!
2. Are you a sociopath? No. Not quite.
3. What is your favorite color and why? Blue. Technically, we live in the big wide BLUE earth.
4. What is your favorite song with no words? Without words? Probably the Harry Potter theme song...
5. If you could meet any book/tv show/movie character, who would it be? Deryn Sharp. Most definately Deryn Sharp from Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld.
6. What are you doing right now? (other than answering these questions) If this is all you are doing, what did you do right before atempting these questions. Right now I'm watching TV.
7. What is your favorite word? Digress. Or austere.
8. What is your favorite city? (you don't have to have been there, and it can be fictional) Psh, easy. The Shire!
9. This might be a little early or you might have already had to anwer this question, but what would you name your kids? Evangeline and Aleksander.
10. Who is the hottest person who is dead? This question is NOT litteral. Dead person? Um....Hmm...Probably

<---That's Zane. He's dead now. Stupid nano pills.

11. What is your favorite book written before 1913? 'The Time Machine' by HG Wells.

And I'm gonna be a naughty lil girl and not tag anyone, ending this pshychotic rampage xD

I got tagged (Libbie edition)

Rules

1. Post these rules.
2. Post a picture of yourself and 11 random things.
3. Answer the questions for you in the original post.

4. Create 11 new questions and tag people to answer them.

5. Go to their blog and tell them you've tagged them.

Questions I Answered:

1. If there is one book/movie/TV show character that isn't the bad guy you could kill off, who would it be?
2. Who is the best singer you have ever heard live?
3. Fedora or party hat?
4. Do you believe that muffins are the inherit evil of dessert foods?
5. What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
6. What is your favorite number, and why?
7. Who is the best villian/villianess character ever created?
8. What is the stupidest question you've ever been asked? (This question does not count.)
9. Do you believe there is such a thing as a dumb question (Maybe this one any number 8 should be switched...)
10. What's the most annoying grammatical error you hear when people speak?
11. What's your favorite accent?
Hey it's Libbie! Which one is she . . .

1.

I would not kill off any character, because that would change the whole story plot. Also, I am not a sociopath.

2.

Rascal Flatts

3.

Really? Could you make this any simpler?

4.

No! Cupcakes are just muffin's evil dopplegangers.

5.

Read, sleep, and do anything more dramaticly. Everything isbetter on a rainy day.

6.

Seven! Because it is 7

7.

Professor Moriarty

8.

Hey Libbie, what's your name?

9.

I donno. That question is way to deep.

10.

When people mix up was and were, and different tenses (past, prestent, future).

11.

Any accent from the British Isles or France. Sexy . . .

Questions You Should Answer:

1. What is the most annoying or worst slogan?
2. Are you a sociopath? (every 1 in 25 people are) See the picture below for help

3. What is your favorite color and why?
4. What is your favorite song with no words?
5. If you could meet any book/tv show/movie character, who would it be?
6. What are you doing right now? (other than answering these questions) If this is all you are doing, what did you do right before atempting these questions.
7. What is your favorite word?
8. What is your favorite city? (you don't have to have been there, and it can be fictional)
9. This might be a little early or you might have already had to anwer this question, but what would you name your kids?
10. Who is the hottest person who is dead? This question is NOT litteral.
11. What is your favorite book written before 1913?

Who Should Answer the Questions Next?
Jessica, my co-dictator
Jen, 'cause she sounds AWESOME
Abbey, just 'cause
and anyone else who is reading this
my fav Russian, yes you
anyone named Katharina

Just a quick update for you . . . um . . . people . . . We have been viewed by a Russian! Here is a letter to my favorite Russian:

Dear Russian,
I love you. You make me wanna sing to my blueberries. You stole my heart like you stole that diamond necklace in Paris. Cough, cough. (I swear that was NOT me. So yes. I will blame the Russian.) You make me wanna put on a top hat and dance. I love you almost as much as love purple blankets. And just in case you forgot, I love you.
I love you,
Libbie

Move right along now. If you cannot tell, this post falls under the category of  stuff as in Stories and Stuff. Quick question that has to do with the story Jess and I are working on. Do you think that the story should stay normal (meaning without magic, no paranormal activity-not the movie, elves, magic squirrels, etc., etc.) or go on the road to paranormal (with all of the stuff mention in the previous parenthesis)? Please leave a comment stating which way you personally think the story should go. I will take your comments into consideration, but remember this is a dictatorship, not a democracy.

You've been tagged!

Well, I couldn't just NOT....See my blog for details, Libbie. You know, since this is stories and 'stuff', I figured to include some stuff to sideline our stories. Cheerio!

Part 2 (We need to think of a title!)

The building was a small, simple thing, not unlike the fishing huts you might see in older textbooks on US History. Nonetheless, the sight of it made my stomach do back flips and my heart pound like a thunderstorm.
"Do you suppose that she'll be in there?" I whispered to my brother, almost scared to bring my voice above a whisper. The forest was a huge, foreboding place, and even the most idiotic and fearless man could be brought to his knees from the eeriness that reeked in this place.
"If she's not, then we were lied to," James pointed out, also keeping his words a soft trickle of a whisper. "And I'd prefer to think Mum and Dad never lied to us before they died." I nodded absently, recognizing his logic. Mum and Dad had never lied about anything- Not even when they lost their jobs and we were forced to hop from foster home to foster home. That was the last time we saw them, and the memory of their goodbye still brought tears to my eyes. They had slipped a letter in my suitcase right before the Social Services carted us off, and with a wave, they watched us ride away.
The next day we saw their faces on the news. 'Couple Brutally Murdered' the headline had yelled. Neither James nor I had been the same since.
"Hurry up, Sis," James snapped at me, breaking my focus from my past back to the present. I scurried to catch up with him, the shoebox tucked under my arm like a football.
When we reached the door, we stopped. Neither of us seemed to have it in us to open the door. We had spent the last five years of our lives hunting this down, and suddenly we realized we had no life to turn back to once this was done. We hadn't been in a civilized area in months, and even then, Mesquite, Minnesota barely counted as much more than a handful of old farts.
"Ready?" I asked lamely, glancing between my brother's face and the door knob.
"I suppose," he replied, taking the initiative and slowly pushing the door open. I stepped in, followed closely behind by James.
"Hello?" I called out softly, my gaze raking the room. It fell upon a young lady of maybe fourteen years. Her brunette hair was long and unkempt, and her eyes were glazed with malice. She smiled, and her teeth seemed sharp, like a wild beast.
"Hello, Brother. Hello, Sister. I've been expecting you." The girl spoke with a sickly sweet tone, and she stood from the chair she had been sitting upon.
  I held back the urge to gasp.
There was no way this could possibly be our runaway little sister.

Part 1

The forest was asleep. The midnight sky looked like black satin with its only relief being the moon, casting an erie light over the surrounding area. The only noise was coming from the breaking of sticks underfoot and the trees shivering in the wind. James and I were completely silent to each other. I couldn't tell if the silence was out of fear of the night or lack of things to say. The shoe box in my hands was starting to get heavy even though it only held paper and it seemed as though the forest held no edge when- "Scarlett," James said pointing to a small building in the middle of an upcoming clearing. That had to be it. Where else would it be? What I meant was that we were in the middle of a billion trees, how many buildings were scattered around? Part of me wanted to break into a run to finally reach what I thought was the final destination. That after all we had been through, James and I, we could be finally be safe with someone we were told to trust. I was so wrong.