The 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.
I 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.
I 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 walking.
It 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 had.
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.
An 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
I approached the figure.
It 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 breathing.
I 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
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 best!
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