Bradley's POV

"Hey, Demi?" I asked Demi shyly.

"Yeah?" She replied.

"I was wondering if we could, I don't know, hang out after we find the kids? I mean, if it's ok with you." I said, blushing.

"Sure. I would love that! But, we have a job to do, and it's important that we stick together." Demi said, smiling.

Huh. I've never had someone actually say "together" to me like that before. I mean, in a loving, hey-I-kinda-like-you way.

My mom loved me, I could tell. But my dad... He was a different story. When I was eleven, I literally heard him say one night, "I wanted someone USEFUL in this family, and what did I get? This pathetic excuse of a son that I have. I think that Bradley should be kicked out, because all he does is just sit around all day, writing in that... BOOK you gave him, and you know what?! He needs to WORK, but noooo, you say he can't because of his 'fragile bones'! Well, I don't care if he breakes all of his bones, that boy needs to WORK!!" 

"But, he can't because of that reason. He's a bright boy, he needs to write and do whatever he likes."

"Well, as long as he lives under MY roof, he'll work from sun-up, to sun-down and NO EXCEPTIONS! He starts work tomorrow."

"But, Charles, he needs to be careful. He's only eleven."

"Carol, he won't do anything but work, work, work, starting tomorrow! And in order to give him the full expereince of being a hard worker, he won't have any lunch or breakfast!" 

I had slipped into the room during the conversation, but I accidentaly knocked over a barrel of rice. 

My father was SO mad. "Bradley Harrison, you come here right now!" He said.

My mother looked at me with fear in her eyes. "Run, Bradley, run! Go pack, I'll hold him back!" She yelled at me.

I ran to my room, got out my pack, and threw in some food, some water, and a couple of blankets and some money I had saved up. I threw open the door to my room, but as I looked back at my room, I saw that I had forgotten my book and my pen. I raced back in there and threw them into my pack. 

I ran out of my room, out of the house, and heard my father screaming my name. I never looked back.

Over the years, I lived as a theif, taking what was not mine, but I was nice to people, so they wouldn't suspect me.

"...ey. EARTH TO BRADLEY!!! ARE YOU THERE?" Ash yelled in my ear, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Huh, Sorry, what?" I said, snapping back to reality.

"We found something. It looks like a little bit of something you might want to check out." Ash said, pointing to something red behind a rock.

I went to check it out, but then, it leaped in my face.

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WHAT COULD IT BE?! I put in Bradley's past, but I think I over did it a little...

POST PLEASE!!!!! THIS IS DYING!!! I think.

Iyara’s POV  

Gah. Bradley seems to be cursed with bad luck. “Hold still!” I yell at him. He starts to move. “Hold still means don’t move, stupid! That thing is called a Jirlak, and if you move it’ll probably bite your face off!” He freezes. Spirit sprints up to me with my gloves in her mouth, and I pull them on. I step toward Bradley, and quickly grab the Jirlak behind its arms. I hold it out and call for Azi to wrap it in a towel. He does, and then follows me into the woods to let it go. No one goes anywhere alone anymore. I drop the Jirlak on the ground and sprint away, pulling Azi with me. “Hurry!” 

Demi~

"Hey Zander, could you and Macy want to make breakfast? I saw a stream down the way with lots of fish," I called.

Macy walked over to me. "Demi," she said in an undertone. "Zander doesn't remember anything! He doesn't remember me or any of us."

"What?" I said in disbelief. I made my way over to him. "Hi Zander!"

"Hello? I'm not sure who you guys are..." he trailed off.

"I'm Demi. And this is Macy.

"No, I-I'm sorry, I don't remember."

"Well..what's the last thing you do recall?" Macy asked, trying to prode his memory.

"Finding a dead body..." as he said it I shivered at the thought.

"Yes, and then?" 

"I don't know." 

I sighed and sat down on a rock. We were really deep into the Forest and sooner or later, the cold would become unbearable. Right now, it was pretty chilly so I pulled my shawl closer to me. Then I heard an blood curdling scream. I stood up and whipped around. 

Jeannie~

“Zander has amnesia?” Jeannie asked incredulously, trying to make sure she’d heard Ash right. He might’ve said, “Zander has… ambrosia?” No. That wasn’t likely. But neither was a surprise attack of memory loss, of all things. “Yes, that’s what I said,” Ash interrupted her thoughts. “How- why- why did it have to be now?”

“Look, I don’t know. But would you happen to know how to fix it?” Ash asked impatiently. Jeannie tried to remind herself everyone’s patience was wearing thin.

But it was hard, because so was hers. “I don’t, but I can try to find a solution. With Demi. And everyone else. YES THAT INCLUDES YOU.” At that moment, something screamed. Jakob, who was standing behind Jeannie, made a strangled squeak and ran back into the tent. Jeannie said something that can’t be repeated here. 

“Who was that?” she asked, after some more cursing from various people. No one answered. They were all too busy staring at something.

Jeannie moved forward and saw it. Two glowing eyes in the dark. Two petrified girls. Too scared to scream anymore. One had distinctive red curls. Jeannie gasped. Sebastian shouted and ran at the eyes.

Alana. Alana-alana-alana-alana-alana-alana-alana-alana.

Jakob started crying.

Bradley's POV

I could hardly believe my day. You know how your day starts out good, then a Jirlak jumps in your face, and you find out that your friend has amenisia, but the your day turns out good again, when you lose hope. 

"The kids are here!" I said, running towards Demi and hugging her.

"Bradley!" She squealed excitely.

I blushed and put her down. "Sorry. It's just that--" I said.

Demi blushed and kissed my cheek.

Cue the fireworks people. I was sure I looked like a sunburned tomato. That has been sunburned twenty times in a row, that's how hot my face was.

I walked slowly towards Demi, when I saw a small flash of light. I slowly waked towards it, accidentaly scratching my leg in the process. I winced in pain, but I kept going.

I saw a diamond, no bigger than my finger nail, laying on the ground. I picked it up, and saw a vine and rembered that I had a small ring made out of metal in my pocket. I had an idea.

I put a hole in the diamond, and connected it to the metal ring, then looped a rope around the ring. I walked back, and saw Demi sitting next to Zander.

"Hey, Demi? I have something to give you." I said, putting the necklace in my hand.

"What is it?" She asked me, getting up and slowly walking towards me.

"It's like a gift, and I think it'll look beautiful on you." I said, putting the necklace around her neck.

"It's beautiful! Thank you." She said.

Sorry it's so short, and that I'm late, math was SUPER-HARD today, FORTY QUESTIONS ABOUT NUMBERS UP TO THE HUNDRED THOUSANDS BEING MULTIPLIED BY A THREE DIGIT NUMBER AND I ARGUED WITH MY MOM!!! Man, life is hard sometimes.

TOPTOPTOP!!!

TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!
TOOOOPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

TOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is anyone gonna post? I don't want this to diiiee! Even just a short post is fine! No pressure but I want this to live.

Aaaack sorry!! 

Iyara’s POV

Yes! Yes yes yes! We found the other kids! I drop to my knees next to them. They look so, SO scared. “Hey. It’s ok. We were here- we’ve been looking for you. My name is Iyara.” I look at the red-haired girl. “You must be Alana, right? So that means you are Zena.” I guide them over to the fire. “Would you like some soup?” I glance over at Demi, who is blushing and staring at Bradley. Jeannie is waving her hand in front of Demi’s face, and saying something about a plan. I beckon her over. “What plan?” “Zander has amnesia, and I’ve got a plan to snap him out of it,” she says, then turns her attention to the girls. “Hey there, are you alright?”