Hi there! This is my first story on this app so forgive me if I'm a bit inexperienced. This is my first attempt at fan fiction and it's not what I'm used to... I write my own stories on another app called Movellas that are originals. So this is a bit like going backwards for me :) the girl, Mara Wells, in this story is actually one of my stories main antagonists. She reminds me a bit of Drake and I love the Gone series with all my heart so I thought, why not? I would love to hear your feedback and suggestions!

Mara's POV-
Mara sat in the back of the black SUV. She held a steady snarl on her face as she looked out the window. She hadn't washed up from the night before. Thankfully her father had backed her up and fixed things with the court. He must have taken
the time to talk to the court before he left for Chicago. She knew there was a reason she didn't kill him.
Mara wasn't sure what he had done to let her slide out of jail time, but he did something. Mara knew deep down that she didn't just deserve jail time, she deserved to die. Death penalty. She was fourteen years old and had six lives on her hands. Mara
didn't just kill them, she destroyed them. It had been a bloody massacre. Mara smiled at the memory. Officer Peter. Ben. Dom. Dom's mother. Her own mother… Kale.
Maybe her father had told them she was mentally ill. That always works. But there was nothing wrong with Mara. Her conscience was clear. What was sanity really? Nothing Mara Wells was concerned about.

"Why did you kill all those people, Mara?" the man had asked while she was being held in the county jail.
Mara had smiled her evil smile and laughed her evil laugh. "How come all us people don't get dizzy from the planet spinning?" Mara answered with a question.
"Just because, sweet pea. Now answer the question." the man said intimidatingly. He leaned closer over the table into her face. They had been sitting in an interrogation room.
Mara leaned back into his face. "You just answered your question."
Right then the man had slapped her right across the face. A rush of anger filled Mara and she erupted. Like when you fill a glass of water to much and the water flows down the sides of the glass. Mara kicked the man's leg under the table and roared in
frustration. Her wrists were cuffed to the table. The man had stood up and looked down at her. Mara imagined ripping his throat out. She laughed out loud. The man looked down at her and then walked out of the room.

After that Mara was put in a cell and in the morning was stuffed into the black SUV with her hands cuffed. They had told her she was going to a boarding school that's name, she already forgotten. She was still in the same clothes from the night she took
the lives of the five people. Her shirt and pants had blood on it and her long, wavy, brown hair was a mess. And to top it off, she right arm was coated with dry blood that was not her own. Dom's if she remembered correctly.
She had been sitting in the car for hours. They had left Nebraska at about noon. Mara would guess it was about six p.m. She looked out the window at the landscape. She could see her reflection in the window. She was a very attractive person. Mara could
see that, but she had no interest in looks. Mara's eyes were a deep brown surrounded by long, dark eyelashes. She had a perfect nose and perfect cheekbones. Freckles covered her nose and cheeks. She had a very soft and innocent look to her. Mara took
that to her advantage.
When a person first looked at her they would think she is a pretty girl that probably read a lot of books or carried a journal. But once they would speak to her their perspective would change. Just in the way she moved and spoke a person could be able
to tell she was a true psychopath. She spoke manipulatively, wisely. She moved seductively, tempting, like a snake. In her small town in Nebraska people would cross to the other side of the street when they seen her coming. People coward in her presence.
Mara loved it.
The sun was going down now and they were obviously not in Nebraska anymore. "Where are we going?" Mara asked the man that was driving the SUV.
"Far away sunshine. I would suggest catching some Z's." the man answered. Mara looked back out the window. She had no intention of falling asleep, but her body didn't give her a choice. Mara fell asleep to the sound of the tires rolling across the highway.