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1973. (Note: phones will exist in this timeline cause why not)
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Water dripped from the storm like clouds that had rested over Indiana, a tornado was forming in the distance. "That doesn't look good." A voice whispered, it belonged to a boy with a Swedish accent and blonde hair that seemed as if he just woke up.
The wind was making the group's hair fly around. "It really doesn't." The second one was a brown haired boy who looked as scared as them.
"If we die, we should record it!" The last one of the trio nodded, he had a thick Russian accent full of sass, determination and bravery.
"Are you sure we should go further?" The brown haired boy asked. The blonde boy gifted with the Russian. "Yeah! Come on! Don't be a loser, Steve!" The Russian one grinned.
"Don't call me a loser but okay, Aleksandr (pronounced like Alexander)!" The boy named Steve replied to the Russian boy with the name Aleksandr.
Steve went first, skipping as his sneakers made splotching sounds of mud that was ahead of them. Aleksandr slowly followed but paused, "You coming Lukas?" He called to the uneasy blonde boy.
The blonde boy looked back after falling back into present time, "Lukas?" Aleksandr repeated as he waited for an answer. "Yeah sorry, let's go." Lukas said with an uneasy grin.
They both walked into the forest after Steve, who waited for them near a willow tree. The willow tree was beautiful, the most beautiful in the forest. It rested upon and shielded them from the heavy rain, only allowing a few little droplets fall from its leaves.
"Aleksandr, Lukas! I thought you two left me." Steve grinned at his friends. Aleksandr found it amusing, "You think we'd leave you? I'd never turn down the opportunity to visit the woods! In a storm! This is so cool!" Aleksandr grinned.
