• As the trees whistled in the cold, and the snow fell to the sickly dead ground, a little girl named Alliane was walking along in the woods. Alliane was very light-colored and had very dark curly hair that passed over a shoulders. She liked the woods because it the only place she get away from the world, people, and everything else. It was a place for her to think and focus. It was where she worte many stories. She has always had a passion for writing since she could hold a pencil in her pale looking hand. She wrote stories about how she thought her mother looked like. All that she knows is that her mother died in a house fire when Alliane was just a little baby. Her father won't tell her anymore. Sometimes she wonders why her mother and not her. Stories are like her drug. She can not get enough. The feel of writing helps Alliane get through anything that life throws at her. All her stories are kept in a red velvet covered journal that was her mothers. That is what got her into writing. She thought it could kind of be a way to bring her mother "back". And still to this day, Alliane goes to the woods and writes about her mom.