sound of my footsteps crunched on the ground. I didn't know where
I was going and at that moment I didn't care. The fight I had
just had with my mom was replaying over and over I my mind. Why
was I so stubborn? Why couldn't I just apologize? I knew half way
through the argument that it was my fault but I just couldn't
admit I was wrong. Not then, not yet.In time I knew I would
apologize, I always did.
looked around at all the beautiful, willowy and graceful aged
trees. I liked coming here. The forest behind my house had been a
safe stop for me for years. Anytime I needed space, needed a stop
to think clearly or just relax I could always come here.It was so
peaceful. I came to work out my problems. The trees never judged
or watched you. They let you think in peace.
kept walking, the dry leaves crackling under my shoes. I shivered
wishing I had brought a jacket.A strong gust of fall wind whipped
against my face sending hair flying. I breathed deeply and the
cold air stung my throat. Tucking my arms under my chest I kept
was getting late and darkness was starting to fall all around
me.Thinking back, I shouldn't have come here this late at night.
I turned around trying to find my way back to the house, wishing
I stuck to the trail and not just wondered on like I
headed in what I hoped was the right direction. I walked and
walked wondering if I had seen that tree or bush before. After
what seemed like hours but was probably just a few minutes I
stumbled across a little clearing.
eerie feeling washed over me. Like someone was watching or
someone was just here. Part of me wanted to run away as fast as I
could. Something inside me was telling me this place wasn't
right. My eyes swept the clearing looking for anything out of the
ordinary. There was a dark shadow near the edge that caught my
approached the figure.
was large, bigger than me. I should have walked away. I should
have turned around and never came back, but I didn't. I needed to
know what it was. I got close. The only sound I heard was me
walked to the side of the shape. I wanted to run, but instead I
took a deep breath and kicked the figure over with my
scream ripped through the night air.
This is my first time ever writing a
novel so sorry if it's not that good. I'll try my
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