Firkle's POV
Every time I heard my name I walked faster. I eventually started running. I made my way through the woods to a cabin. The cabin I was suppose to live in.
I hurried inside and hid in one of the closets. I curled into a ball and cried. I had so many tears I needed to let go. After what felt like forever I calmed myself down. I lifted myself up and looked at the puddle I made. A puddle of tears.
I was about to walk out until I heard a voice. No, two voices.
"Firkle!! Fiiirrrkklllllee!!!" Ike practicly screamed.
I stay in my spot with my hand over my mouth. I didn't want to be found. I wanted to be alone.
"Come on let's look through the closets." I heard Ike say to someone.
"No. If he is here then he will come out." It was Karen.
"What if he doesn't though?.."
"Then he wants to be alone. Everyone wants to be alone sometimes."
"Oh..Ok." I could hear their footsteps becoming quieter. "Firkle...I know you're in here. Just...just come home please." He walked out.
Sorry for the short chapter. I'm at a concert so...yeah XD
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