Typical

Caveman

Angela's POV
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"No!!" Hanging by a thread, from a cliff in the countryside, was not particularly how Carrie had planned to spend her Saturday afternoon.

Thinking back to all the events leading to this she cussed her poor instincts. She knew it would have been dangerous to pick berries at the very edge.

Grandma however, thought that these berries were best for her pie and Carrie could not say no to the jolly old lady.

Then how, do you ask that she was able to shout 'no' not so long ago? That was her long overdued answer, as she stared death in the eye she heard voices.

Not angels however, heavens no, there were harsh sounding voices getting louder by the minute. This was the time her bag, slash, lifesaver, decided that the weight was too much.

"Rrftt" was the ugly noise that the fabric made and immediately Carrie's eyes moistened. This was it, she was going to die.

She wondered if she would be missed and actually was glad she didn't do her homework due tomorrow.

"Rrrrrfffftt" the bag gave out, tearing split dab in the middle and that was the end of poor Carrie. Or so she thought....

Knock! Knock!

"Come in" I called, too absorbed in my writing to look up. I was on the verge of finishing a new chapter.