Alix woke that morning to the sound of her alarm clock. She got up as usual as she had gotten used to getting up for school and got dressed for school. This morning she was ready and left the house earlier than usual because she wanted to see her friends.
She arrived at the school gates to find they were closed. It was Saturday.
She decided to go to the park though rather than going home. When she got there she wandered around the lake and through the trees and shrubs. She dame across a clearing further back behind the trees and near the park boundaries where no-one went to. It was quiet and peaceful.
She sat down for a while but got bored and wandered further near the fence. Alex never understood why there was a fence as there was a good half mile of even more forest there. She continued up to the fence and jumped over. Continuing through the forest her imagination ran wild. She saw figures and people in there with her. She decided to pick up a stick and a rock. Just in case.
She heard a noise in the distance. And got scared. She raised her 'weapons' and took a stance. Something tapped her on her shoulder.
She swung the stone towards the creature and hoped to hit it in the face. She then turned around to hit it with the stick. She looked at the figure that had collapsed. It was face down on the ground. She beat it with the stick to make sure it wouldn't attack her. It didn't move or make a sound.
'Hello?' Asked Alix, timidly.
There was no response. She turned it over to see what it was....
'Oh god! What have I done, what have I done?' She shouted.
She ran out of the forest toward the park and she ran all the way back home. When she got in her mother questioned her about where she had been and what she had done. Alix explained about the fact she went to the park after realising she didn't have to go to school.
'What did you do in the park, may I ask?' Her mum said interested.
'I...I just walked and then sat and...and then waked home.' Alix responded.
'Why are you stuttering. You must be cold. Go and get a blanket and sit next to the fire, Sugar-plum.' Her mother lovingly hugging her as she said it.
