The old woman laughed as I told her I had run away from home. She sat me down with a pot of gumbo and began to talk.
Chapter One:
I wasn't always an old hag. For a time I was a beautiful young woman. But there 'twas't no one around to see. I've lived in the damp marsh of the bayou since my 14th year on this earth.
I had run from my home, mother screaming behind me.
"You ain't got nowhere to go, Chile. You'll be on my doorstep tomorrow cryin'." I never looked back. I just ran and ran. When I stopped, I couldn't breathe. It was dark, and the moon was high in the sky. I knew I was on the coast of Louisiana. I could smell the bayou air. I didn't have anywhere to sleep for the night but I decided I didn't want to sleep on the ground with the gators nearby. So, I climbed up a tree and found myself a nook. I didn't move till the mornin' sun was comin' over the horizon. Worst sleep o my life. Everything ached. Nevertheless I jumped down from the tree and began mapping out my plan. There was a tiny island in the middle of the bayou. I would build a raft to take out and I would live on the island. How I was going to get food or water yet I didn't know.
A/N: Hi, everyone. I apologize this is really short and has virtually no editing but I'll be back to work on it at some point. For now I'll leave it to y'alls imagination.
~Remmy
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Bayou Chile'
General FictionLara ran away from her home in Louisiana when her mom kicked her out. Lara ended up in the swamps, taken in by an old woman who told her a story she'd never forget.
