" 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡,
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟. "
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"FREE! You out here?" I holler out loudly, hands cupped around my mouth. "Heeeeelllloooo—gosh, I sure hope I'm heading the right way."
We just returned to BC Sol a week ago, now happily settled down after plenty of adventures. But during that one week, the golden boy would always wander off to someplace that would take hours for me to find. In the end, I found him laying in the grass by his signature spot, tossing his bey up into the air before catching it. Though, after finding him several times in the same exact place, I figured that it wouldn't be so hard the next few times he disappears from his room.
Ah ha ha—oh how wrong I was.
The back of BC Sol was a literal FOREST—you know, it's going to be called a forest now, overgrown grass and everything!
And my terrible sense of direction doesn't help me very much.
My feet ache like heeeeeelll— from skipping over all of the large rocks—*cough* mountains—in my way. But getting to view the mega roots of the shamrock moss-covered trunks was worth it. It was like being in a fairy tail dreamland—
with foot cramps.
Gosh, no wonder why Free likes to come out here.
"You here?"
"Oh hi."
Wait he's her—
My feet stumbled over themselves like water skipping over rocks in a river. A shriek flew out of my mouth like a jet.
"Oh my g—"
I. Was. Falling.
Again.
Suddenly, a pair of—
Yeah no.
I went sailing down.
"Oh my orbit—ahhh..." I groan like a zombie, grasping my aching knee in a flash. The deep crimson liquid oozed out of the opening like molten lava, trickling steadily down the sides of my throbbing leg as gravity takes the wheel, letting it plummet towards the ground like a failed rocket ship. Another whine flew out. "Ah gosh—this really hurts!"
"You okay?"
My eyes jerked up to the roof of the skies.
Free was sitting peacefully on a sturdy tree branch. Both of his hands were at his sides and secured on the bark, legs swinging back and forth. After glaring at him—because you can clearly see that I wasn't okay, he slowly climbed down from above.
