Chapter 2, Daren's Story

I slouched against a tree, breathing heavily. My name was Daren. Daren Mark. I was 13 years old. I lived Calfornia with my mom and baby sister. No dad. Never met him. Why was I breathing heavily? I was running away. My mom was dead, and my little sister was missing. Probably dead too. I heard dogs barking madly behind me. I ran again, until I couldn't hear the barking. I sighed, sitting down. This was my life now. Running from the cops, hiding, sleeping on the cold ground. I was almost asleep, when I heard something in the bush. I grabbed a stick and walked towards the bush, when someone jumped out.

"Daren!" My sister, Diana, cried. "Diana?" I said, as she hugged me. She may be 2, but she can hug tight. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Yes." She said, rolling her eyes. We both lied down, and fel asleep. A few hours later, I heard a noise. Again? I walked over to a tree, when I heard, "Come with me, boy. And bring the little girl too."