Friday, November 9, 2012

Zachariah Adam Drake

Born in 1867, Zachariah Adam Drake grew up as any other normal child, very happy and playful. But that all changed when he turn fifteen years of age. It was a normal day, like any other, he came out and began his daily chores. He woke up at quarter past five and showered, brushed his teeth, combed his hair and changed his close. By half past five he was down in the kitchen waiting on his breakfast. His nanny is the one who raised him up since he was a mere child due to his parents passing away to unknown circumstances. She served him freshly squeezed orange juice, with a plate of scrambled eggs and a side of bacon. He always liked his morning to start out with some fresh cup of milk warmed with a dash of honey. So once he was finished with his eggs she gave he his milk and then he went out to officially start his day.
                While working out in the farm, he found a girl lying in the fields. She wasn't wounded nor was she bleeding in any part of her body. She looked very beautiful. Her brown curly hair that flowed down over her shoulders and her beautiful pale white skin was breath taking. Her pink soft lips seemed so wonderful from the distance making him wonder how perfect it would seem against his own. He carried her back to the house and laid her down on his bed. The nanny had gone into town to get the daily groceries for the rest of the day. He went down, folded a towel and wet in some warm water. He took the towel up and put it on her forehead, hoping this would help her out. When he went upstairs, she was gone. The bed seemed untouched as if no one was laying there. He was a bit upset at the fact; she was so beautiful and she was gone, maybe never to be seen again. (to be continued..please comment)

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