You know what I hate about forests? The sticks. Why? Because they absolutely love to pick on me. I swear, about twenty of them slapped me in the face and a billion others gave me splinters. Damn wood.
“Alright that’s it!” I yelled as one stupid stick dug into my bare feet.
I grabbed it by the throat and started breaking it piece by piece. Ha! How do you like them apples? Victory! I threw the pieces on the ground and ran to catch up with Liam. I think he’s still pissed about falling down that slope. Oh well! He should’ve looked where he was going.
"Hey! Do you know when we'll get there?" I asked. I guess that was the wrong thing to do becuase he turned around and pretended to choke me.
"How many times do I have to say no?!" He yelled.
"Jeez, what crawled up your ass and died?"
"What little life I have left,"
I sighed, wishing that I was home again. Wanting my warm, comfortable, spongebob blanket wrapped arouind me. The soapy smell of Jimmy's fur. The burnt waffles I put in the freezer. Sigh. Home sweet home.
Before I could dwell on anything much longer, I noticed something in the air. Something I should've noticed a while ago. And as fear slowly started to drip into me, I know me and Liam are screwed.
Because nobody likes a couple of wolves trespassing in their territory.
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HumorTyler Anderson's life is crap. She's 17, has an terrible father, and hates school. But she always keeps a free spirited heart and keeps everything in her life on the bright side. To top that off, she has an unusually hyper brain 24/7 and is constant...
