"GET OUT OF MY TRASH!!!!" The woman yelled running out her peeling front door, slamming it behind her, panting as she waved the baseball bat frantically above her head. The motion made me flinch, but I ran down the drive holding the trash bag over my shoulder. For being only 16 I run pretty fast. I sprinted down the road and cut a sharp turn to the right and into the forest. I swerved between trees for about a mile until I reached the fence that separated the forest and the state park. I nimbly jumped the fence throwing the trash bag over first. I slowed to a jog and continued through the state park forest. I reached my clearing and set the bag down at my feet next to the fire pit.
Now's probably the time to tell you I'm an orphan, well.... Kind of. I ran away from the orphanage when I was 11, and escaped to live in the forest, being only 11 I thought it would be fun to live in the wild, like in that show Man vs. Wild, or whatever, but once I got used to it, I realized it wasn't all fun and games, it's all about survival. My parents died in a train accident when I was 7, so I don't know anything about them, other then what I can tell by the one picture I have of them at their wedding, that I keep in my boot.
"Hi Allie!" My little sister Amy called from her perch in a maple tree.
"Hi Aim, find anything good on Eden St.?"
"No." She replied with a groan. I laid our tarp down on the ground and dumped the contents of the bag onto it. Throwing the bag to the side, I dug through the trash until I found a slightly mushed apple, fishing wire and some bones from a turkey dinner. I shoved the bones and wire into my jean pockets next to some change, and threw the apple at Amy as she slid easily to the ground. She took a bite out of the apple and sat down on a log.
"Amy, I'm going fishing, you stay here and hold down the fort while I catch dinner ok?"
"Ok, Alexis!! Here are the worms." She replied, tossing the empty peanut butter jar filled with worms at me. I caught the jar, and headed through the trees to the pond over to the east of our camp. After a couple yards I turned around and yelled back.
"Oh, and Aim, get a fire started, but don't light it till' you hear me coming, ok? We want to stay as low key as possible."
"Got it sis." She yelled over her shoulder as she trotted off in the opposite direction. I turned around and continued in a jog on my way to the pond.
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I reached the edge of the sand, so I pulled my hiking boots off and shove my dirty socks into them. Reaching over my head I pulled a sturdy stick down off a tree and made my way over to the edge of the water. I pulled the bones and fishing wire out of my pocket, dumping them on the large rock next to me. I tied the wire to the stick and whittled a small hole in the top of one of the soft bones and tied the other end of the wire into the hole. I pulled a slimy worm out of the jar and stuck it on the sharp end of the turkey bone. I threw the line into the water and waited.
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ActionWilliam Shakespeare has been credited with writing 37 plays and 154 sonnets. What would happen if one more was found 400 years later? This novel follows two orphaned sisters and a boy who seems to know just a little bit too much, as they are thrown...