GENNA: Character second from the right.
Line to include: “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything!” “I don’t care. Shut up.”
Genna stripped her tags off and handed them to Cassie with a smile. She liked that girl. Full of spunk.
“Shut up.” Jack handed the tags to Cassie begrudgingly.
“I didn’t say anything.” Cassie looked confused?
“I don’t care. Shut up.” Jack was not in a good mood.
“It’s alright, Jack, come on. Let’s be nice.” Genna touched his shoulder and drew him away from the group who would take the tags. Jack and Cassie got along about as well as two roosters trying to share the same coop.
She waved goodbye with the others as the three separated from the path. She swallowed hard as a flashback sought to overtake her. When she was a little girl, she was traveling with her parents and they had gotten separated and she became lost out on the wide moors. She had wandered for days, and nearly starving stumbled upon a village. A family with several young ones took her in till she could find her family, but she never did. She stayed there and helped raise the young ones until the family came on such hard times that they could no longer support her. She decided to look for a job, and while she was gone, the house burned down. No one was hurt, but they decided to leave and move to the capital city where the husband and father might be able to find more work. Genna longed to go with them, but they had no need of her. The children were old enough to care for themselves and she would only be a burden to them. She watched them leave and pain clutched at her heart. They were the only family she had had for the past ten years and to see them leave caused an ache so deep, she wasn’t sure it would ever heal. The hope that her birth family would someday find her died a slow death. If they hadn’t found her by now, they in all probability would never. With her small bag of a few belongings she had set out on a journey in the opposite direction from the capital city. She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care. Maybe she would find another family that needed her. She had plenty of experience.
She had curled up on the forest floor that night, alone and without a family or a place to call home. Liam, Lissie and the rest had stumbled upon her as she slept. She had awoken to find nine other people staring at her as she lay and sat up so fast her head swam. After they had swapped stories, they asked her to join them. She accepted. Since then she had grown close to this group of misfits. She now had a family. And, for better, or for worse, they would stick together.
Whose ready for the last character?
By God’s Grace,