The Story Of The Chase : A Short Story : The Chase

“Hey, what are you doing.” Chloe said as she walked over to Kara on the track behind the school after school was over.

"Allison, I have already told you that we won't be there for another two hours." her mother replied.

I was still up when my mother got home late that night. “Mom? Can we talk?” I asked.

Over the years, Emma got moved around a lot, being placed into various foster homes after being too much to handle for the previous one. Each time she moved to another foster home, Emma felt miserable; No one cared about her and she always was lonely. No one ever came up to her; only deeming her as the child who was lonely and desperate.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

Once they were there, the quarter-mile trek to their place had to be made. It was a small, circular clearing in the cone-bearing woods. The area around the fire pit was dirt, for safety reasons. On the outskirts of the copper-colored dirt were five large, round logs arranged in a circle for sitting. Just a few feet beyond the logs, the forest began again in copious amounts of vegetation and growth, like an untamed lion. That night’s weather was just right. The cool air was

When Emma was age seven, she began wandering around his local streets and found herself the victim of gang attacks on multiple occasions, unable to understand why they happened, he kept allowing them to happen. Thinking was his only solace as he was able to find sanctuary in the only thing she believed she truly owned, her own mind. Nobody could peer into it quite like she could and certainly, nobody could take it from him.

Emma, a novel by Jane Austen, is the story of a young woman, Emma, who is rich, stubborn, conniving, and occupies her time meddling into others' business. There are several recurring themes throughout the novel; the ideas of marriage, social class, women's confinement, and the power of imagination to blind the one from the truth, which all become delineated and reach a climax during the trip to Box Hill. The scene at Box Hill exposes many underlying emotions that have been built up throughout the novel, and sets the stage for the events that conclude it.

The first thing he noticed was that it was even darker in there than outside. The dense foliage blocked out any light that could have come through by the moon and stars. Growls and rustling were the only way to know that he wasn’t the only living thing in this forest. He continued on, ignoring the pain in his leg, the pain in his heart. He continued on, until he reached the heart of the forest.

Emma took great care to capture her thoughts on paper during these few waking moments. Lately, her dreams were vivid – almost too vivid – but she found that they faded as the day progressed so she decided to write them down as quickly and as soon as possible.

Emma grew up in Birmingham, a fairly large town in Michigan. Her father had grown up around there and her grandparents lived there. She had fun in the chilly weather, but could get sick of it sometimes. She also grew up in a fun, always exciting, house. Her older sisters always brought new surprises. She always remembered laying in bed, awake, waiting for her dad to come home from his work late, just so she could get a kiss. Soon after she turned four her mom got sick of the rainy, cloudy weather and started looking for a new place to live. Her mom grew up in Seattle, which always had rainy weather, so she was ready to move. They always had California in mind, because they visited Disney land so often, and decided to look there. Soon her parents bought a house and moved out

As Connie got into the car she felt a wave of grief. She couldn’t get away from the invisible gates surrounding and trapping her as if she were a hunted animal. The ride seemed like a journey, going on forever and ever. Trying to pry information causally, Connie would ask Arnold ,” Where are you taking me?” Arnold just turned around and gave her that sleepy smile of his and , “Don’tcha worry ‘bout a thing honey. You are safe with me.” His smile, that reassuring yet mysterious smile quenched her longing for home and diminished the thought of how her family would think about the absence of their youngest daughter. It seemed to mask her thoughts of how how her cold mother and father would react seeing the their screen door wide open and the music that Connie listened to

"We'll be back in just a little bit." his mom promises. "Give you some time to talk or whatever you need to

“Come on,” Emma said and took off, sprinting down a path behind Isabel. I stumbled along, leaping over tangled vines and hurdling bushes until my side hurt. Finally, the woods fell away, and we started across a meadow. To the left, ogres were marching up a dusty trail toward a row of caves high on a hill. Gray smoke rose from the fires that lined the cavern mouths. To the right, I could just make out Cotton and three green witches. As I got closer, I saw that one had her long, lanky green fingers clamped around his neck. He was suspended about three feet off the ground, frantically clicking his clogs together

The floorboard in the hallway creaked again. Emma flew off the bed and dashed for cover behind the silk dressing screen. Her heart pounded. Sweat trickled down the side of her face. Trembling, she peeked around the edge of the screen and watched as a tall figure entered the room. When he stepped into the light of the fireplace, her hand flew to her mouth to silence the gasp. It could not be him. He would never poison her mother. Would