Promise To Meet Me Home

Almost Home... Almost Home...

PS. Chapter Word Count: 1487

PSS. Nobody has read this yet... I'm still gonna continue it... characters may or may not be insane... And others very reactive... :D

It was a nice, cool day. Eighteen year old Sam Finch-Decker though so at least. She was on a nice, summer vacation before she started collage next fall and, so far, the secluded and woodsy campsite she was camping at was nice. Not to large, maybe three other campers on the lot, huge, great big hiking trails; an introverts camping dream.

Sam was on one of these hiking trails herself, actually. Like everything else in her life up to this point, it felt normal. Relatively speaking. While I will not disclose where this campsite is, it was several acres of land owned by a small company who would rent it out to people to camp at.

Nothing weird. Nothing strange. It was literally camping.

When she first got here, she pitched a tent, texted her parents of five years she made it safe and sound, and traveled down the first hiking trail she found. It wasn't as if she was, once again, deciding her fate by doing something so average.

If you believed that, just stop reading.

I will say it one more time, I'm telling you a gosh darn story! Speaking of which, Sam just tripped. She tripped and fell. She fell on her face.

"Oww..." She groaned, getting up and feeling a little bit lightheaded. Rubbing her head, the girl stood up and looked around. It turned in to that classic moment when you realize you done messed up.

Everywhere she looked, she saw tall grass and overgrown flowers and- was that poison ivy? Yeah, that was poison ivy. Along with some poison oak over there... It didn't take her long to realize she reached the end of the trail. For all she know, she could be outside the camp. She might be trespassing! She's got to go!

She whipped around and looked left. She whipped around and looked white. She took several small steps back, a few to the left... long story short: She didn't know where she came from.

Her new headache from the fall probably wasn't helping much...

"Damn it, where do I go?" She mumbled to herself. Sam retired from looking around her and turned her head to the ground.

The Earth beneath her feet didn't help her much. All she saw was mini grass rainforests beneath the souls of her shoes. There were a few pinecones...

Not helpful. She glanced back up a little to fast and had to rub her temples to lessen the headache.

Though, it was beginning to die down. As a result, she began to think more logically... "My phone!" She grabbed the cellular device from her back pocket, turned it on, and was met with a zero battery screen.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me! Why didn't I charge it?" She freaked a little to loud. A hand was flying to her lips as fast as possible. "And now I'm yelling... great."

Wait... maybe she should call for help? Wow, she is slow when it comes to logical solutions for a problem. "Help!?" She called, following the advice and ignoring the insult of her own inner monologue.

She walked a little more around the clearing. "Help? Hey! Anyone there?" She continued to shout, "Sorry if I'm trespassing on someone's property, but I got lost!"

Nothing.

The only logical solution now was probably to pick a direction a walk till she found civilization. Though, after her continuous walking in circles, she was probably more lost than when she first tripped...