Chapter 5: Eaten Alive

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The night before Rowan had once again flown. He went a bit higher but because I'm not telling you first hand you can tell he didn't find the top. Not that he was anywhere near the clouds anyway. Nor that the clouds indicated the top.
All this to say Rowan had done himself in so when the school made his side of the year (which is year nine) spend the day playing sports he couldn't care less. Even if it was a nice day.

While Kate wasn't on the same side of the year as him and Micheal, Rowan still knew he wouldn't see his friend, he walked at the back of the mass and saw him with the popular kids like Jesse and Connor.
They went to the open field behind Billmank Street following the few teachers with them. There were football and tennis courts as well as running and jumping tracks, and luckily for Rowan it was a minute away from his house.

He sat on a bank below the tracks and watched the courts. Wolf was playing tennis against someone he only knew the name of.
Her two friends were on the grass, picking flowers and cheering Wolf on whenever she got a point.
'She's really good.' Rowan thought.
She had her hair tied back like always but tufts kept falling out.
Wolf saw him and for a second their eyes met, which brought Rowan back to the moment and he couldn't tell if he'd been staring or not. He quickly got up and walked off.

Wolf said she was taking five and got Ire and Tom to catch up to Rowan with her. He was through the gates and into a small pathway surrounded by creaking trees.
"Rowan!" Wolf called, catching up to him.
Rowan just spun around and looked at the three girls not knowing what was going on.
"What is it?" Wolf asked.
"...what?" Rowan asked confused.
"Is it the mushroom man?" She went on as the trees creaked.
"No... why are you following me?" He asked, more confused then irritated.
"...I thought you wanted us to follow you?" She said.
"Um... no. Go away."
"We're not gonna see the mushroom man?" Tom asked disappointed.
"C'mon. She's not shut up about this mushroom man." Ire said, referring to Wolf.
"...no." Rowan said before turning around and walking away.
The trees creaked more now, which made the four kids look up and around at them. They all shared glances, knowing trees shouldn't make so much noise.
Tom grew a smile, hoping the mushroom man had come back, but the others didn't share this thought.

The girls saw movement behind Rowan and pointed behind him.
The tree moved, Rowan spun around and punch the tree as hard as he could. Bark flew off and a groan came from above them. More trees began to move and they untwisted to reveal a man like being made up of trees and moss.
It stood over Rowan, a few feet taller then him, but Rowan didn't loose his composure. He just stood, ready to fight.
The tree slowly stuck its hand out and went to grab the boy when Ire yelled,
"LOOK OUT!"
Rowan ducked a little and saw a tennis ball hit the tree beings face at such a speed it stumbled back.
The boy looked to see Wolf tightly holding her racket.
So while the being was covering its face Rowan ran up and leapt for it, punching it in its face with as much force as he could manage in the air.
He landed facing away from the girls and covered his knuckles as the being stumbled away, blending back into the trees.

"That was awesome!" Tom yelled, hugging Wolf.
"What was that!?" Ire asked, amazed she got to see a walking tree.
"I dunno!" Tom laughed.
"Um, you're welcome." Wolf said, making Rowan turn his head to them.
"Thanks..." He sighed. He was going to add something but decided not to.
"Wolf." She said annoyed, she thought he'd forgotten.
"Whatever." Rowan shook off and left the girls in the pathway.

He walked home rubbing his bruised knuckles but not really feeling them, he just remembered it felt good when he punched the tree.

Rowan found Micheal then next day with his other friends and they went to one side.
"What's with the girls?" Rowan asked but Micheal just looked confused, "Their names." He added.
"Oh, they changed them." Micheal explained.
"Oh."

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