Analise

You are Analise, a freshman college student on your way back home from your first semester away. At 18 years old, your tall and athletic body was a result of the hard work you put into get a softball scholarship. Some see you as a contradiction, because despite your love of the boyish and physical, you have always tried to maintain the latest in fashion. In reality you just tried to do the best at whatever you put effort into, whether your body or clothing. Right now you are sporting a pixie haircut and brand new stylish form fitting clothes. Your shirt is a bright red crop top while your skinny jeans cling sensually around your well toned ass, just above your favorite knee high black boots.

Your hand-me-down car buckled and sputters as you drive along a winding road cutting through a thick forest. You curse yourself for trying this shortcut. Now lost with no phone service, all you can do is stay the path... atleast until you hear your car engine give a final rattle with a loud metal on metal screech. You yell out a string of profanities and pull over to the side of the road.

‘Well fuck this,’ you think. ‘being out in the middle of a foggy road late at night, isn’t this the start to so many crappy horror movies? Well atleast you aren’t in the Deep South hearing banjos.’