A Dumb Song I'm Making Up

A Random Story: 

Willow glanced up through the bright blue leaves of the tree, resting her hand on the silver trunk. She glanced down and watched as the village burned in front of her. Her face twisted into a sick grin. She had finally escaped that hell hole. Did they think they could have locked her up forever? Ha! Willow turned and dashed down the other side of the hill. She felt so free. She slid down the last few feet and stood up, dusting herself off. She sighed as she carefully took the pocket knife the guard had dropped by her cell out from behind her ear and opened it. She went over to a tree and hacked off the branches, putting them in a pile. She looked through her bag to find the matchbox she stole and felt the cool cardboard box against her hand. She opened it, taking out a match and lighting it, slowly lowering the flame to the pile of branches. The branches caught fire, and she blew the small flame from the match away. She grabbed a loaf of bread out of her bag and took a decent chunk off, putting the rest back. As she chewed the stale bread, she thought about her parents. Did they miss her? Could they even feel now that they were... dead? Willow clenched her fist. That fire had been her revenge to the village for killing her parents and locking her up, just because they were, quote and quote "Magic Users." Ha! Darn right they were! Willow quickly raised her head to the sound of snapping twigs. She sighed as she saw it was only a lizard. It climbed up her arm and whispered something in her ear before scurrying away. Willow gasped and quickly put of the fire, grabbing the matchbox off the ground and throwing it into her bag, before throwing her bag onto her shoulder. She dashed behind a tree as she heard approaching footsteps. "I like, so am gonna kill whoever did that. HeHe, don't you agree, Braedon?" An annoying, high pitched voice practically screamed. Willow peeked out from behind the tree to see a pretty brunette with blue eyes batting her eyelashes at some boy. Willow touched her unruly pomegranate red hair, lowering her greenish-yellow eyes to the ground. Why couldn't she look like that girl. No. She didn't give a wisp about looks, she was a rotten thief, and she needn't forget that fact. The boy rolled his eyes and said in a hushed and annoyed tone, "Shut up, Diana! We are trying to stay low! What if the person who started that fire is listening right now, they could be dangerous!" Diana's eyes flashed with fear and a slight tint of hurt. "Sorry. I, like, totally didn't think of that." she said, all signs of  fear and hurt gone as she giggled in her annoying squeak.  Braedon, the boy, rolled his eyes and said, "Just be quiet." Willow slowly crept away from the duo, not making a sound, until a bird gave a deafening caw next to her, and the duo's eyes flashed to Willow. "Umm... Hi?" Willow asked, fear and unsure evident in her voice. This just got real.

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I Will Continue If People Want Me To! Stay Salty ;3