A door at the end of the hall with a crystal knob and sign. The sign, black with white letters says welcome in latin. Through the door a red walled room with grey carpet and a black covered bed.
On the bed lye a girl wearing black jeans and a white tank top with a dress shirt un buttoned over it. Her tall combat boots showing. Her hair, long, dark, brown that goes about mid thigh. She lyes on her stomache, head propped up in her hand and her legs up and crossed. She writes in a small leather book.
The door bell rings and she shuts her book. She listens to her mother's greetings as she puts the book in her backpack that looks as if it took twenty minutes to close. She puts it over her shoulder and walks down the hall. Seeing her mother on the couch, the TV muted and she speaks to the boy sitting across the room. He listens to her everyword as if it were her last.
"She's only 16, so you have to take care of my baby girl," the mother says to him with a smile.
He wears blue jeans, a black t-shirt and black shoes. His hair is dirty blonde and his eye never leave the mothers through his glasses. He smiles and nods at her in agreement. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her just as you would."
The mother smiles back hoping his words are true. The girl stands there, listens to them for a moment. "Mom," she say her eyes on the boy "did you do me that favor I asked you?"
The mother meets her daughters eyes. As she meets them she smiles and nods. The girl leans down kissing her mother on the cheek and whispers in her ear, "I love you and if I'm not back by November," she pauses and frowns, "I'll be dead and you should report me missing."
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Submission Name: The Black Leather Book ch. 1
