Thread:LivingAloneWithMyThoughtsAndNutella/@comment-10438693-20140731011450

~Isabelle Waters Point Of View, 16 Years Of Life~

 

Mystic Hills Vampyric orphanage . That’s been my home since I was 6 maybe? It’s all been a little hazy since my parents died. I can’t remember things, and if I do, its little bits and pieces.

My parents died in a car crash, I didn’t get most details of the crash, but I was told they drove off the sideway of a bridge.

My dad’s side of the family didn’t want to take me in for some reason. I never knew why, And my mother was an only child and her parents weren’t allowed to care for me, So I was taken to the orphanage. Like I said before, I’ve been here for 10 years. Being in an orphanage all your life isn’t..the best life for yourself.

“Isabelle,” Someone snapped.

“Yes?” I sighed as they brought me back to life. I like dream world more than real world.

“People are here,” They mumbled

<span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I shrugged before putting my headphone back on. I’m pretty sure I dozed off because some guy, Zayn, kept on shaking me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hmm…?” I looked at Zayn, I felt weak for some reason, It was probably a long day at the Orphanage.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“There are people here, at the orphanage.” He said. It was that day of the year where every orphanage in Mystic Hills was being inspected.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ugh” I sighed, Zayn looked at me, annoyed obviously. He was usually the quiet one that showed no emotion in the Orphanage.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know the drill, Just shut up and don’t say a word.” He said, Every year in the orphanage, I was ordered to shut up since I knew a secret about the Orphanage, and if the Social Workers ever found out, the orphanage would shut down and sending us to all different orphan houses.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I closed my eyes and sighed,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Basically you want me to stay in my room?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yep, That’s it Isabelle.” He said coldly before slamming the door shut.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ugh, Vampires…” I whispered before getting out my diary.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Don’t you hate it when you’re falling apart and no one notices? So do I. It’s like, I don’t know..You feel like you don’t even exist? I’m not sure. My dad told me to look at the sky when you want to cry...And you know what? Last night I counted the stars…

 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Powerful, depressing, I like it. Isabelle Waters, You have what it takes to be a writer” Someone whispered. I have a feeling I know who it is...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I gasped and let out a scream, and turned around.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What the hell?” I yelled before throwing a knife at the person. What? When you live with Vampires you never want to take your chances...Don’t look at me like that…I’m pretty sure at least all of the people here tried to turn me. I wanted to stay as innocent as possible,  I don’t think being a blood-sucking badass, killing humans and taking them to the “afterlife” that did nothing wrong  would be the meaning of innocent..And, I don’t exactly want to be 16 forever even if I have a fear of death - That makes no sense...Forget I said anything then?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well then,” Zayn mumbled

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I stared at him, “What are you doing here? Didn’t you leave?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes. But oh Isabelle, You don’t know the power us vampires have. If only you knew.” He smirked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I clutched onto my diary. “I don’t want to know. I choose not to know.” I found his smirk annoying, He’s acting different.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh don’t give me that defensive bull about you choosing not to know about us vampires when you live in a house full of them.” He laid against the wall.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“But I just did.” I said, backing against another wall.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Isabelle, you will know more about us, whether you like it or not.” Zayn snarled, coming closer to me. I don’t like the way this is heading..But I have to be strong. It’s the only way I survive these annoying vampires.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is that a threat?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You crack easily, I can see it. You just want to be us..But you want to stay all strong and prove you <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">want <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">to stay on this earth, and <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">need <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">to be heard..But all you’ll ever be is, the sad little orphan girl with a little diary” He said, ripping the diary out of my hands and throwing it on the ground.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way..Because, you’re turning <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">today” <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> He yelled

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I thought for a second, He was right..No matter how much I hated to admit it..This is my destiny, to be a horrible person.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He smiled, “You’re finally seeing it my way, It was about time this happened…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Zayn, think about this, I’m not saying this to protect me, but, do you really want to be a killer? You take the lives of innocent people...But, for what? Your own amusement? You’re sick..” I whispered

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His eyes darkened, “My sweet, sweet Isabelle. after 10 years here you haven’t got it. My amusement? Hm? My motive? Is to turn you into one of us. Why? I won’t let Ashton get you like he got Katherine..

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ashton, whoever that is,  never did anything to you..You’re the one who is...horrible.” I stated I felt confidence..But..that didn't last very long..

 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You don’t get i-” He said as I cut him off.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No, Zayn, You don’t fucking get it, You are a monster, you hurt innocent people..Like I said? For what, and then, you blame it on the only person who probably doesn't exist! You. need. to. be. stopped” I yelled

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know, You scream sexual tension…” He smiled

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I let out a scream, “Sexual tension? For you? You really know how to get a laugh”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He smirked at me, <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sexual Tension? <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I thought.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I mean it. You do.” He winked at me. “Ugh, get away from me.” I glared at him, pushing him away from me. His eyes darkened, grabbing my arm.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Get off of me!” I yelled, pushing him once more, he tightens his grip on my arm, “I SAID OFF OF ME!” I lifted my other arm up, hitting him with it. He comes closer to me, pulling my hair away from my neck, my heart races increasingly, he takes a bite of my neck, I scream.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I gasp at a sudden pain, and bite my lip, trying to take my mind on how much it hurts.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It felt as I were shaking...as if my body was uncontrollable. He shook also, with the great theory of trying to stop. The pain hit me...I was losing too much. I felt myself growing weaker and weaker until my vision became black.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(…The Next Day…)

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I sat in my class, just before it started, taking a chance to write in my diary.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Life isn't an MP3 player where you can pause, fast forward, go back when you want, in fact, its the complete opposite, you just need to sit down and enjoy what's being played. I learned that the hard way.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was interrupted when someone entered the class. I looked up to see a boy with curly brown hair and dimples. “Yes?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hi, Is this room 302?” He asked, I nodded and closed my diary, The boy looked like a newbie, I wonder why he’s here.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why?” I asked, “Well, I’m new here.” He said, smiling. He looked quite familiar, I must say.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh really?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Yes..I think I saw you before..Not sure where, though.." He said, staring at me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’ve probably seen me in the street or something.” I stood up, grabbing my Diary, I had to get the rest of my books from my locker.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“...Yeah, Probably.” He shrugged, taking a seat in front of my table.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll be right back.” I smiled, leaving the classroom to put my diary in my locker.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I saw my best friend, Crystal walk up to me, smiling. “Hey Bella!” She said. I felt a pat on my back, Crystal was always in a happy mood, I never saw her depressed or anything.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m thinking if I should ask what’s got you so happy?” I said, after finish putting a book in my bag.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh nothing! You know me, I’m just usually happy.” Crystal said, I couldn’t hear the last part because I heard something else.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Save her...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Why did you say save me, Crystal?" I said, I was confused...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"I didn't? Belle are you okay?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Uhm, I-I just think I need to get sleep! Yeah! S-Sleep!" I mumbled running off, As I ran off, Crystal stared at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">{...Someone’s Point Of View...}

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I stood behind the school building, lighting a match to the school’s foundation.

<span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“This is the end to Isabelle Waters, Zayn Malik and Ashton Irwin..” I smiled as I walked away… <ac_metadata title="Mystic Hills - Chapter One"> </ac_metadata>