Alone. I've had four older brothers in my family and I've always wanted to be alone. But never like this. The thought of being alone was now...what I've never expected. It was, scary, it was dark, it was cold. I didn't like the feel of it. I sat there only thinking about what I needed to do. I've never been in the wilderness before. I've lived in the city all of my life. I've always wanted to go to boy scouts but my time has just been swallowed in school. I start to panic and then I remember my phone that I had gotten for my birthday two years ago. I reach into my pocket and grab the thick quarter inch block. I grab both ends and glance at the screen. Broken. Cracks from the left side of the screen to the right. Top to bottom. I flip it open just to make sure. Nothing. Then I realize that the sky isn't a bright as it was earlier. Night! I need to make a shelter fast. I limp back to the back of the car and pull out my backpack. I unzip the first pocket and see my tent rolled up inside, I yank it out and unroll the grey tarp. The small bag of stakes clink together as they fall from the tent and hit the ground. I drop the unrolled tent on the ground and pick up the stakes. But where...? Where are the poles? We forgot to pack the poles?! I look around. What can I use for poles. Sticks. but they're not sticks. they're... they're twigs, pine needles. How am I going to set up a tent with twigs?! Something moves in the bushes behind me. I don't turn around. Instead I am frozen in fear. It moves again. This time I work up the nerve to look over my shoulder. There was a dog. It was small. It looked like a Jack Russell Terrier. It had short hair though. It was skinny. We had a Jack Russell just like this one at home once. It passed away due to a tumor on the back of his neck. His name was Bryz. He was my favorite of the two dogs I had had. The dog starts to walk closer, causing me to break away from my thought. He starts to sniff wondering desperately to find out what was in my pack. I remembered the beef jerky that I had packed earlier in the day. I unzip my second pocket and slowly pull out the jerky. I open the bag and the dog scoots closer to me leading only with its snout out in front of the rest of its body. I pull out a piece of jerky and toss it to the dog. It snaps it up like it hadn't eaten in weeks. It soon waits for more. I feel sorry and throw him almost the whole bag. He's done in about two minutes and then he stops. He waits and his ears perk to his left, and his head follows. I wait with him to see what the danger is. And then I wait and wait. And I jump, startled, when he decides to sprint off until he is nowhere so be seen. I wait silently for him to come back and then I suddenly feel alone again. I wait there silently for what seems like minutes. Hours. Silent. Dark. Alone.
