Chapter 7

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It was getting really dark outside. Ben was a real trooper because he was already walking after his injury. It was awkwardly quiet just walking for a very long time. We walked and walked, I started to skip, but Ben shot me a weird look. Finally, we stopped.

"I think this will be a good spot," said Ben.

"Yeah, it seems fine," I agreed. It was starting to get cold. I trying to pretend like I wasn't, buy who said I was a good actor?

"Would you like a jacket?" Ben asked, sounding concerned.

"Only if you have an extra," I replied. He opened his backpack and pulled out two fleecy sweatshirts.

"Thanks," I said, already feeling better. Once again, things got really awkward. I didn't know why though. I turned toward him to say something, but I couldn't. He was not there. I looked around a little bit, thinking he was pranking me.

"Ben?" I called his name about ten times, when all of a sudden I felt myself being dragged on the forest floor.

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