Oof. I just realized I haven't written for two days. I've been kinda busy, so sorry! But. . . since I'm such a kind author (And also very modest), I shall give you two chapters tomorrow. Yes. You may bow to me.
Anyway. . . here's the finished Chapter 3.
Chapter 3 (Continued)
Her thoughts wandered back to Mom, and her step quickened. She was doing this for her.
And their failing city.
Earlier, Lula and her had visited a nearby building, to find the “trustworthy person”.
Willow had been imagining an elderly—but fit—lady. Or even a teen.
She had not been expecting a child that could be no more than ten or eleven. Named Isabela. Or just Isa, as she liked to be called.
Lula had walked her through the wide room, past neat rows of food, and items. It was clear by how many items there were that quite some people lived here. She heard running from upstairs.
Probably a gang, She’d guessed. This was probably home to a gang.
“Don’t worry,” Lula had said, as if she could hear her thoughts. “They're just children. And Isa is trustworthy. I’ve known her for a long time. She actually wanted to come with us, but I told her no.”
“I’m glad you did.” She’d answered.
And it turned out that Willow really liked Isa.
There was something about her. She was eager to learn, and it was clear she was responsible.
It seemed just like Lula to know the perfect person.
Lula tripped on a rock, her bag fell from her hands.
“Oh–shoot.” She said “I think our water spilled. . .”
I just love cliffhangers. Don't you? I'm very evil.
And now I sound crazy, so I'm just gonna stop talking now.
Edited by Guardian, 17 February 2022 - 12:03 PM.