This is the second story Carly has started and I will continue:
She ran. The leaves of a flax bush stroked her legs. She stumbled over a root but threw her hand out and managed to find a tree trunk under her questing fingers. She pushed against it and found herself balanced again on two feet. Behind her the voices rose and fell excitedly. She was fast and she knew it but would she be fast enough today…
She has to be! She will be locked in the prion in the castle for years if she does not do so. She tried to run faster holding onto a long stick for support. She knew what she had done was bad, but she had still gone and done it. She had been starving, like she was now, her tummy moaning for something to feast on. Why? why had she been so stupid, if she had not she would not of been in this case.
"Oh well," She thought, "Just keep running."
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