User blog:Writergirl208/Tittle TBD... 1st chapter of story

“Thank Gods this day is over,” Quinn Steeger said to herself as she dropped her book bag on the floor and plopped onto her bed. She picked up her remote and started flipping channels when something caught her eye. Two words flashed across the screen that made Quinn’s heart skip a beat. ANCIENT GREEK GODDESS SEEN.

At first, Quinn thought that is was just some trash TV, you know, one of those Greek myth “comedies, “ but when she saw this was on CBS News, she knew something was up. What had happened to her at school today was not a coincidence. She quickly called her best friend, Michael Johns, and told him about what she saw, “I know. I saw it too. My mother even contacted me. We have to go. I’m flashing there in just a minute.” And with that, he hung up the phone.

“Dad?” she called down the winding staircase, “I need you to take me somewhere.” “Dad’s not home,” Quinn’s sister, Tiffany said with a smirk, “Maybe your mother can help. Oh wait… she’s dead.” Quinn’s anger began to boil, but then she remembered and thought to herself If only you knew who my mother and I really were. “Well, when he gets back tell him I had to leave.” Quinn ran back into her room and literally threw her entire closet into her favorite suitcase, the one equipped with an everlasting food and water supply that Michael gave to her last summer. One last thing, Quinn thought. She wrote quick letter to her dad:

Dad,

I’m sorry I had to do this, but I have to go to “You-Know-Where.” Something happened. He wants everyone at Camp. I’m sorry. Hopefully I’ll come home… eventually. I have to go. This has to be done. I will try to contact you as soon as possible, but I really don’t know when that will be. Don’t worry about me. I am doing this for your safety, too. So many people have had to come to Camp for an emergency before and have come home safely.

I’m sorry.

Quinn

Quinn decided to leave out the fact that even though a lot of people have come back safely, most do not. Once out of the house, Quinn looked at her gleaming brick home one more time. She sighed while saying, “This is for the best. This must be done. I have to leave.”

Please comment and review!!! I accept and love constructive criticism! This is just the beginging. I don't really know where the story will go from here. Thanks for reading!!