1. Chapter 1: Eire Shreve (1/1)

my name is eire, pronounced as 'ayr'. most people get it wrong on the first try. i don't know much about myself. but there's one thing i know, and i know it for sure.

i'm not your average freelancer.

chapter 1: ire shreve

it was a busy day in the big city: the streets were bustling with people hurrying to and fro, vendors trying to sell their wares, and simple passersby intending to grab a snack or a whiff of air. the city was obviously polluted, bursting with activity more than a factory on rush hour. it was not the ideal place for escaping the idleness of the countryside, and that's where eire was heading.

dressed in a red jacket, white shirt and blue shorts- she immediately blended with the crowd. she's not particularly dressed for travel; she headed straight to the place with no particular address in mind. she lived miles away from there; the only memory was from a glimpse of it on a battered newspaper in the bin. probably a stranger had dropped it off there, a trash meant to be taken by the garbage truck at noon. the truck didn't appear that day, and it was luck that

ought eire to that particular trash bin. it only took a few seconds for her to make up her mind: she's going to venture on her own.

working as a freelancer, the young teenager has high hopes for the future. her father was a journalist, and every day she was exposed to the sight and smell of hard work. it was a nice picture, except it her mother was missing from the picture. she died when eire was twelve, and her father had been different ever since.

her father always has a cup of folger's near him, and once argued that it was necessary for his job. that

ushed off on her, and now she had taken up the habit herself. she packed a few sachets on her backpack, along with a few necessities that might be useful along the way. she left without even bothering to write a letter, knowing her father wouldn't read it anyway. after tying her shoelaces, she locked the door and left.

although a bit unusual, the city was a normal sight for her. they lived for a few years in a place like this, before they had to move. before mother died, she bitterly thought.

extremely exhausted from walking, she sat down beside a huge tree. children were gathered around an ice cream vendor, whom she thought weary like she was. ice cream. she hadn't eaten that stuff in years. she was thinking of buying a cone when she heard a piercing scream.

"trouble," she said, as her lips formed a subtle smile.