Red Riding Hood (laurence x reader)

Part 1

A/n; hey everyone this  is my first story pls don't hate also the characters don't act lie them self's. and everyone is human......sort of if you don't like it pls don't leave hate comments the easiest thing to do is just don't read it I do not own any of the characters. enjoy ( I will try to  get better at this introduction thingy

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From the towering heights of the tree. the little girl could see everything. the sleepy village of phoenix drop lay low in the bowl of the valley. from above, it looked like a faraway foreign land. a place she knew nothing about, a place without spikes or barbs, a place were fear did not hover like an anxious parent. being this high up in the air made (y/n) feel as if she could be someone else too. she could be an animal: a hawk chilly with self survival,annorant,and apart. Even at age seven, she knew that, somehow, she was different from the other villagers. She couldn't help keeping them at a distance, even her friends, who were open and wonderful. Her older sister, Kawaii Chan , was the one person in the world to whom Y/n felt connected. She and Kawaii Chan were like the two vines that grew twisted together in the old song the elders of the village sang.

 Kawaii Chan was the only one.

   Y/n peered past her dangling bare feet and thought about why she had climbed up here. She wasn't allowed to, of course, but that wasn't it. And it wasn't for the challenge of the climb, either—that had lost its thrill a year earlier, when she first reached the tallest branch and found nowhere left to go but the open sky

She climbed up high because she couldn't breathe down there, in the town. If she didn't get out, the unhappiness would settle upon her, piling up like snow until she was buried beneath it. Up here in her tree, the air was cool on her face and she felt invincible. She never worried about falling; such a thing was not possible in this weightless universe.

"Y/n!"

M/n's (mothers name)  voice sounded upward through the leaves, calling for her like a hand tugging Y/n back down to earth.

By the tone of her mother's voice, Y/n knew it was time to go. Y/n pulled her knees up under her, rose to a crouch, and began her descent. Looking straight down, she could see the steeply pitched roof of Grandmother's house, built right into the branches of the tree and covered in a thick shag of pine needles. The house was wedged in a flowering of branches as if it had lodged there during a storm. Y/n always wondered how it had gotten there, but she never asked, because something so wonderful should never be explained 

It was nearing winter, and the leaves had begun to loosen themselves from their branches, easing their autumn grasp. Some shuddered and fell free as Y/n moved down the tree. She had perched in the tree all afternoon, listening to the low murmur of women's voices wafting up from below. It seemed like they were more cautious today, huskier than usual, as though the women were keeping secrets.

Nearing the lower branches that grazed the tree house roof, Y/n saw Grandmother float out onto the porch, her feet not visible beneath her dress. Grandmother was the most beautiful woman Y/n knew. She wore long layered skirts that swayed as she walked. If her right foot went forward, her silk skirt breezed to the left. Her ankles were delicate and lovely, like the tiny wooden dancer's in Kawaii Chans jewelry box. This both delighted and frightened Valerie, because they looked like they could snap.

Y/n, herself unsnappable, leapt off the lowest branch and onto the porch with a solid thump.

She was not excitable like other girls, whose cheeks were pink or round. Y/n's were smooth and even and pale white(A/N: sorry you don't have to pay attention to that part). (y/n)  didn't really think of herself as pretty, or think about what she looked like, for that matter. No one else, though, could forget the (H/c) with unsettling (E/c) eyes that lit up like they were charged by lightning. Her eyes, that knowing look she had, made her seem older than she was.

"Girls, come on!" her mother called from inside the house, anxiety bristling through her voice. "We need to be back early tonight." (Y/n) made it down before anyone could see that she had been in the tree at all.

Through the open door, (Y/n) saw Kawaii Chan bustle over to their mother clutching a doll she had dressed in scraps that Grandmother had donated to the cause. (Y/n) wished she could be more like her sister.

Kawaii Chan's hands were soft and round, a little bit pillowy, something Y/n admired. Her own hands were knobby and thin, tough with calluses. Her body was all angles. She felt deep inside that this made her unlovable, someone no one would want to touch. 

Her older sister was better than she was, that much Y/n knew. Kawaii Chan was kinder, more generous, more patient. She never would have climbed above the tree house, where she knew sensible people didn't belong.

"Girls! It's a full moon tonight." Her mother's voice carried out to her now. "And it's our turn," she added sadly, her voice trailing off.

Y/n didn't know what to make of it being their turn. She hoped it was a surprise, maybe a present.

Looking down to the ground, she saw some markings in the dirt that formed the shape of an arrow.

Laurence. 

Her eyes widening, she headed down the steep, dusty stairs from the tree house to examine the marks.

No, it isn't  Laurence, she thought, seeing that they were just random scratches in the soil.

But what if—?

The marks stretched away from her into the woods. Instinctively, ignoring what she should do, what Kawaii Chan would do, she followed them.

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