I haven't really edited it yet, I was hoping you guys could help me out:
This isn't the original version, original was a guy and third person style writing.
Mark of the Stones
Chapter 1
“Mom, I’m going out to the fields.” I called out to my mother who was busy cooking in our old country styled kitchen.
“Sure darling. Just be sure to get back before dark. Charles called and said that there were wild dogs in the area.” She called back, not looking up from what she was doing. I turned and rushed towards the door but she quickly added.
“Oh, and Alice, could you tell your father to finish up in the barn. You know how he likes to linger… we have to go to town early tomorrow.” My eyes rolled as I walked out the door. I hated town, so many people always looking at me with their cold eyes. They weren’t used to seeing a city girl there, even if I did grow up here.
A cool breeze welcomed me as I looked out toward the farm. I made my way up to the sheep pasture. The big boulder there always seemed to calm my nerves.
As I sat in my usual spot on the boulder, I started to think. Appraising my life, taking into account what had happened in my life recently. In six months, I had lost four jobs, all due to bankruptcy and foreclosure. My apartment building burned down and my boyfriend left me for another woman. It seemed that bad luck followed me everywhere.
I started fiddling with a twig, pushing small stones around and writing my name in the dirt. As I began to draw assorted shapes and lines, I etched a plus sign, then, its opposite, a minus sign. It got me thinking about the two poles of a magnet. Positive and negative. That means, if I had extremely bad luck, then, I’d attract someone with extremely good luck, theoretically, I mean, following the principle, opposites attract.
Perhaps in the sea of people I will meet in my life, I might just catch the attention of Mr. Positive. Or… perhaps not. But it is an interesting idea anyway.
I noticed a lamb starting to linger at the edge of the encroaching forest. Well, that was annoying, letting a sheep get away while I daydreamed. I hopped off the boulder and dropped my stick. I followed the lamb into the forest. I didn’t want to hear anything from my parents about letting a lamb get away.
Stepping over an overgrown root into the forest, something felt eerily wrong. The shadows of the huge trees in the forest seemed even more ominous and intimidating than usual, especially with the day coming to a close. My parents used to tell me scary stories about the forest and about the things that came out of the forest. But those are just scary stories, right?
I tripped on a root. “Oh man” I muttered. The lamb just led me even deeper into the dark forest. I thought I had lost it. I couldn’t see it anymore, but it started bleating. I followed the sound. It sounded hurt.
As I pushed aside a branch, I found the lamb resting beside a stump. “There you are.” I said, relieved that I finally caught up with it.
Suddenly, something, a twig, snapped behind me. Then, a bush started rustling. I noticed a fallen branch; I furtively picked it up and headed toward the sound. The thing, whatever it was, started circling me. My heart started to race. I didn’t know where it was. Then, I had a hunch; I quickly turned and lurched forward. A blinding flash of light covered my vision. When my vision returned, I was on the ground, everything was still hazy. My lids were so heavy and my ears were ringing. The last thing I remember seeing was someone in a green cloak.
