​Starter 1.

I bit my lip and squirmed under the weight of my backpack. I was beginning to become a little intimidated by the shadowy trees that towered over me. I had ran away from my sexually, physically, and verbally abusive father,which is why I was here now. I had plenty of bruises on my arms and stomach. My brunette hair was caked with mud, and my dark brown eyes were tired and bloodshot. The moonlight that shone through the canopy of the forest highlighted my smooth facial features. I had a black eye, where my father had struck me across the face. I stood at about 5 foot 3, and I was rather curvaceous and skinny. My lungs were burnt from the cold, frosty air. My pale face was tired and I cried out helplessly. As I wandered aimlessly, looking at my feet, I bumped into something large, and I froze as I looked up at whatever, or who ever it was.

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Starter 2:
I cackled uncontrollably as my guy friend, Marcus and I walked home from school.  He held his phone in front of him so that we could both see and played another 'Harlem Shake' video. I grinned. "You're such a dork, Marcus. How do you even find these videos?" I asked, shaking my head as we stopped in his driveway. I grinned up at him, and he , unexpectedly pulled me close to him and kissed me. We clung for a few seconds, then he pulled back. "I'll see you later, Bri." he said, then turned and walked into his garage. "See you later.." I said quietly, standing in awe for a moment before blinking and continuing on my way home. Marcus. Marcus. Marcus. He had just kissed me. My ever contact with a boy. Little did I know, it wouldn't be my last. I tucked my hands into my pockets and shuddered a little as I walked a few blocks. Just a few more streets and I'd be home. But something felt wrong. I felt as if I was being watched. Was I? Or was it just paranoia? I was about to find out.