I slowly ambled back to where I was camping for the night, carefully making sure that I didn't get my feet too dirty. Eventually, I returned to my hand made "bed." It's not very comfy, just a blanket and a few leaves etc. Where I'm staying for the night isn't the most ideal place either. It's just a bunch of bush like trees that all merge together at the top. It's a bit like a den that I had when I was little. Those memories feel like stories now. It's almost like they never happened.
I placed my flask next to me and sat on my bed. I looked up and stared at the small amount of sky that I could see through the gaps in the leaves. Sadly, it was quite a cloudy night, with not many stars to be seen. They began to fade away. One by one. My surroundings began to darken.
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Teen FictionMy father never did like me. He said I was a mistake. It's not my fault I was born. I wasn't the one to get mum pregnant. Dad wanted a boy. Someone who would look up to him. Someone who would share his interests. Someone to keep the family name. W...
