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Faith woke up cold. She grumbled sleepily and moved to wrap her arms around herself for warmth. There was rustling and a crunch as the leaves beneath her were disturbed by her movement. Leaves... She rolled over lazily. Leaves... She suddenly sat up with a start. "Leaves!? Ow." She lifted her hand to her forehead and found crusted blood, and quite a bump, to be the source of her suddenly monstrous headache. She was in a ditch filled with autumn leaves. Looking up, there were tree roots sticking out of the ground along the incline. She absently noted that they would make it easier to climb out. There were no sounds of cars or people. For al

Once she'd gotten home, she dropped her school stuff in her room then walked right back out the door. It was time for her dog-walking job. She walked down the road to pick up her five charges. Two prize winning pure-bred poodles named Buffett and Rex, a Husky called Fuzz, one Boston Terrier named Mickey, and some sort of wolf-looking mix named Blitz. They were a hyper, but obedient bunch. Every day after school she walked the mismatched group for an hour, making sure to pick up after them, occasionally taking them to the dog park, and then dropping them back off at home to their owners or housekeepers. Blitz was always the first to be picked

Despite her resolve to leave at three-thirty like her Uncle said, Faith wasn't able to lift herself out of bed until four-thirty, and even that was a challenge. She'd been in bed since ten-forty-five and her body still ached. Grandpa Damien had already arrived, and was sitting in the living room with her guardians, talking casually. Faith carefully changed into a T-shirt under a blue long sleeved hoody, and a pair of comfortable cropped cargo pants that stopped at her calves, before sneaking down the hall to the bathroom. After cleaning herself up, she downed four aspirin to dull the now mild headache and muscle pains. With a covert signal

"Faith, get up now."    "...Don't want to," she groaned sleepily. It was eight o'clock on Sunday morning and her dad was going through the natural routine of church prep. She tried to ignore him as she slid out of her nice cozy bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Her father was a normal enough guy with a lot of obsessions. His outward appearance was one of a rather handsome, middle-aged man. His dark hair was modestly cut. His face was always clean shaven. He had a straight, tall, domineering posture that couldn't be matched. The very epitome of a doctor, his career, which could be more accurately described as an obsession. Becau