Original Fic: In the Beginning (the story)
Written for the first challenge at fictionland . The theme was “beginnings” so I decided to write about how Sarah and Tucker first met. I always knew they had known each other most of their lives and met when Sarah had to move into her grandmother’s house next door to him. I’m thinking doing some of these short little pieces about my characters will help build their background.
In the Beginning
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Sarah meets Tucker for the very first time when she decides to run away from home.
Sarah didn’t understand why they had to move. Or why she had to leave behind her toys. Or why her new room was filled with old things she wasn’t allowed to touch. Her mother insisted it was a good thing. She liked change—enjoyed it. Sarah… not so much.
So, in all her six year old wisdom, she decided to run away. She figured one of two things would happen—she’d find her way to her real “home” or her parents would find her and realize their mistake. It made perfect sense to her.
She made her way across the muddy yard and squeezed through a gap in the fence behind the shed. The train tracks were a perfect path into the undeveloped woods bordering the neighborhood and she followed them diligently for a long while.
When it started to get dark under the canopy of trees Sarah began to regret her decision. She sat heavily on the hard ground, tears streaming down her face.
“Why are you crying?”
Sarah yelped in surprise at the voice. She stood up, looking all around until she found the source. A little boy with messy brown hair and dirty clothes dropped down from a tree near by. She eyed him for a moment but he didn’t look threatening. He looked her age so he couldn’t be all that bad.
“I’m lost,” she told him softly, feeling her cheeks grow red and more tears welling up in her eyes.
“No you’re not.”
“Uh-huh.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the boy.
“Nope. Come on, wanna see?” He took off into a thick grouping of fir trees. Sarah didn’t know what he was doing but she could hear him calling for her to follow.
She crouched down and tried to peer into the opening he left but all she could see were branches and darkness. Not wanting to look like more of a baby in front of the boy she screwed up all her courage, bit down on her lower lip and pushed into the hole. The branches were sharp and tore at her clothes and covered her in sticky sap. On the other side she stumbled into a bright clearing with one large tree with lots of big, low branches standing in the center.
The boy watched her from a platform built on the tree. “This is my secret place,” he said, his voice sounding soft and weird to Sarah’s ears. “I’m Matty and this can be your secret place, too.”