he was fast. Grace ran, stumbling over branches as he lead her down a track to an park near by. red, amber, golden leaves were kicked up as he maintained his pace, only slowing when he thought she was too far behind. he kept running until he had reached the far corner of the field, where he stopped, fixed his cloak and kept a tight hold onto his small, tatty messenger bag, his lips moving but she couldn't work out what he was saying. Grace stopped by him and suddenly felt conscious, had she really just chased a random boy because an apple didn't smash as it hit the ground? a light blush grew over her face and she turned to leave but a low chuckle stopped her.
"Gracie, don't you know it's rude to walk away from the person you were chasing?" he laughed again and Grace turned to face the boy "Oscar Timothy Holt." he held out a hand and laughed for a third time when she looked awkwardly at him "so they were right, you really can't speak? or is it that you don't want to?" Oscar reached into hid bag and it went up to his elbow before he pulled out a small leather book. he mumbled a few words then pointed his fingers at Grace and a voice was suddenly emitted from her mouth.
"Grace India Elizabeth Ward." her hand came and slapped over her mouth.
"nice to meet you Gracie. right, i have been asked, well more like ordered, to bring you back with me so," he looked around and pulled out a piece of chalk from his bag and drew a large circle on a near by tree. "care to join me?"
then he grabs her hand, and pulls her through the tree.
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