Hello! I am back with another entry!
This is my team:
I used two prompts, three drawings, and one photograph. I used my team’s name, Meadows= 8 points
Asher’s Point of View
“Oh my, this would look so cute on you!” Millie squealed pointing at a black kitten onesie.
I let out a soft chuckle, amused. That was the one-millionth thing she had squealed about today. Every second she would dart across the mall and squeal about something. “Okay, that’s enough squealing for today…” I smiled, letting out a soft yawn.
“Okay, fine. It’s just that I haven’t been to a mall in ages!” She laughs.
We wander around the mall for another hour and then we head to the cash register and checkout. The cashier is a young, bubbly girl with bright blue hair. When she sees Millie, she gasps.
“MILLIE!”She shouts, running over and hugging her.
“AISLING!” She shouts back, hugging her.
I just stand there awkwardly. “Oh, Asher, This is my friend Aisling!” Millie smiles, “Aisling, this is my husband Asher!”
“YOUR MARRIED?!” She shouts, so loud the whole mall probably could hear.
“But, you’re so young!”
“I am not, I am twenty-four and Asher is twenty-seven.”
“That is still REALLY young!”
“Okay guys, please calm down. It’s nice to meet you Aisling,” I smile, outstretching my hand. She reaches for it and shakes it, very hard. She and Millie are practically twins, they are very enthusiastic, very bubbly, and veryyyyyyy dramatic.
Aisling looks over at Millie’s stomach, which currently, is a bump.
“Whoa! ARE YOU PREGNANT!?” She squeals.
“REALLY!? CAN I HELP YOU PLAN A BABY SHOWER?!”
“YESSSSSS YAYYY!” They are practically jumping around and dancing.
“What do you guys think you are going to name the baby?”
“Astrid! We will name her Astrid.”
“And if its a boy,” I interrupt, “We will name him Blake.”
“I HOPE ITS A GIRL!!” Aisling squeals.
“MEEEE TOOO!” Millie squeals even louder.
I roll my eyes, I really don’t care if the baby is a boy or a girl, as long as its healthy.
“Millie, I really think we should get going,” I glance at my watch and let out a soft sigh.
Aisling hands Millie a postcard with a man riding giant chickens in a bright meadow on it. “I meant to give this to you years ago.”
I laugh, very hard. The photo was so amusing, I just couldn’t maintain a straight face. After finally checking out, we arrive back home.
Millie’s Point Of View
“I cannot believe I saw Aisling there! I haven’t seen her for years!” I smile
“That’s wonderful Millie, but can you try not to squeal so much, so loudly? The whole mall doesn’t need to know that your twenty-three.” Asher says, going through the mail. He pulls a letter out that says; “URGENT MESSAGE”
He starts to read it and his face turns to a worried expression, “Millie…?”
“Yeah, Whats wrong…?”
He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it, letting out a sad sigh.
“What-what happened…?!” I ask, confused, worried and frightened.
He looks at over at the window, outside into the rain, as if it would take away his worry and fear. “M-Millie… you aren’t from Adreinelle…?”
I start to feel sick, how did they find out, why? My life was finally perfect. I look down and take a deep breath, “No, I am not from Adrienelle, I am from, Latraion…”
“They want to execute you… we need to flee!”
I feel tears sprouting from my eyes,”No… how-? How did they find out?”
“I-I don’t know… but why did you flee your country…?”
I let out a sigh and wipe my tearstreaked face,”…Latraion used to be a beautiful place full of peace, love, and happiness. Until the loving president died and a new president was chosen. He was bitter and manipulative, playing with peoples minds and encouraging them to make the wrong choices. Leaders we trusted, turned evil, family members joined his side, oppressing others. My parents were weak and tired, I tried to save them, but… they died.”
“I-I’m so sorry, Millie…” He says, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly.
“…So I came here, to get a new start… I didn’t think that anyone would notice, anyone would find out…” I say softly, a few more tears running down my face.
He gently strokes my forehead,”Shhh… It’s okay…” he whispers.
“…But everything is not okay…” I whisper back.
He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, there is a huge banging noise at the door. My heartbeat quickens, and I feel petrified.
“Hide!” He whisper-shouts. But I can’t move, not even an inch.
Within seconds the door falls to the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears streaming down my cheeks, paralyzed by my fear.
…To be continued…
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