(Continuing from Chapter 1)

"Hey Shar, what have you been up to? Seen anyone you might like?" I teased.
Shari wasnt the type of person who waited for someone her out, she dived right into cold water and asked anyone she thought cute, out.
"Nope! Not in awhile there was this O.K. boy, David, but I soon figured out he was afraid of everything!"
"Well, at least you've seen someone in the last, what, week?" I asked.
"Actually, it was in the last five days," Shari corrected me.
"We both started to giggle. Shari and I started walking to the Young Women's to teach our class, when all of a sudden, the bishop surprised us.
"Hi Bishop Watkins... What's wrong?" Asked Shari, a look of confusion on her face.
"Actually, I'm here to talk to Shari, something has been going on in the Salt Lake Prison." Said Bishop Watkins.
Right as the words fell out of his mouth, I felt my blood turn to ice. "No, please, no." I said aloud.
"I'm sorry, Bree." Said Bishop Watkins.
A scream escaped my lips, then simultaneously, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me to the women's bathroom, Shari right on my heels.
"Bree!" Shari yelled, but I kept running. I was too caught up in my own thoughts.
"He couldn't have gotten out!" I screamed, "Not after two years!"
When I reached the bathroom, I fell to the floor, panic racing through my body, fear overwhelming me.
Shari gave me a hug, and I started sobbing on her shoulder. I couldn't hold my emotions back, and tears continued to run down my cheeks.
When I finally got a hold of myself, I heard the male's voice again.





{There is, yet again, "MORE", but I have to first find the copy I was working on to continue it!}

~Jade~

Sample

Chapter 1

As I pulled into the church parking-lot in my new Ford Fusion, rocks crackled beneath my tires. I placed my transmission into park, grabbed my scriptures, and hurried into the brown, beautifully built, new church.
While I was walking through the church, I heard someone call my name. It was a male voice, deep, and sounded early twenties.
I turned to see who had called my name, only to find a group of six-year-olds hurrying to their class. That’s odd, I thought to myself as I hurried to go to sacrament meeting.
During the passing of the sacrament, I prayed to Heavenly Father. I had a newly-grown feeling that I was being watched. I turned to see what was bothering me, only to find an elderly couple smiling at me.
I smiled back, embarrassed. Why was I being so unreasonable? This is church, what happened two years ago won’t happen again, I assured myself. I still felt a little edgy.
When sacrament meeting was over, I hurried to get to my Young Women’s class; it was my turn to teach. I didn’t get why I was feeling so helpless. Church wouldn’t bring terrible misfortune, only good feelings of peace… I wasn’t convincing myself.
“Hey Bree! How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in forever!” A female voice interrupted my thoughts.
I knew that voice the moment she spoke; it was my best friend, Shari.

I have more, but I'm just too lazy to write it right now... So I'll give you more every once in awhile.

Startup

I started this blog because I love writing. I wanted to get it out in the open, and you may not like it, but it's worth a shot! :) I recently started writing a story about a girl named Bree. Constructive Critisism needed! (please)! Hope you like it! Enjoy!

P.S. I haven't finished it yet. :)