Lost..

'Lost.. Lost.. The trees uncontrollably swing like they're attackers, waiting to eagerly stab somebody. The wind violently howls. No sight of food, no water.. Clearly petrified, she was scrunched up, shivering from the coldness. All she had was a t-shirt, and a skirt..'

Introduction
A popular town, Jamaa was jam-packed of people. Arctic wolves were roaming, lions were roaring, eagles were waiting for trades to get a precious turquoise spiked collar. The sun beamed on the vast serene seas, as if it was a lamp.

Walking down the vandalized alleyways, there was a teenage girl. That girl had ebony, slick hair, which was as long as her waist. Her emerald eyes glimmered in the light as she applied strawberry scented lipstick. Victoria Von Doofan, who was 15 years old, was a brat. Whatever she wanted, she got it. Like a toddler, she would have tantrums, and everybody had to obey her! TBA.