Anna Davidson Creative Writing

It's not like I need anyone.
It's not like I will ever need anybody.
I am perfectly capable on my own.

At least that's what Anna Davidson told herself every morning after she got up.

She was completely alone in this world. Her parents were gone, disappeared. Her brother was gone, dead. And the people at the orphanage, she had run away three months ago, so far she had not seen or met anyone looking for her.

The blonde sighed. She was truly- absolutely-alone.

She was in an old house in an abandoned part of the town. No one came up here. The old school house was rickety and in the dawn as the sun rose, thick streams of golden light swayed through the cracks and shine on the walls like dancers at a ballet.
It was beautiful to Anna. Even though the tiles in the house were cracked and the roof had holes so that when it rained tiny drops of water would make a splash onto the peeling up wooden flooring (Anna found the sound soothing). The townsfolk had left the place to rot, but Anna had cleaned up a bit. It wasn't much, but it made a difference. She had swept the floors and pulled old tarps over broken windows. She had cleaned up all the furniture that had been upside-down or lying on their

Wind had swept the falls coloured leaves into the house. After glancing around, assuring herself that no animal was in the premises, she made her way into the small yard. She grimaced at the green and white unripe berries, but decided they would have to do for now. She couldn't risk going into town. She turned with her hands full of the unripe berries to head into the small kitchen, only to freeze in terror as she heard a twig snap. She slowly looked over her own shoulder with wide green eyes, praying that it was just the wind. But no, of course it wasn't. A boy, a man, Anna couldn't tell his age, but he was standing only a few feet away with a sheepish