WHITE OAK

Chapter 14

It's a short one. I apologise!!

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Carter:

I felt like running today. I haven't ran since the whole incident where I turned into a tree so I don't really have my running shoes anymore because I lost them somewhere in the woods last time. When I went into my closet to go look for the closest thing I noticed a big box with a red bow on it. I opened it sceptically and inside was a brand new pair of Nike running shoes. My mom left a card on the inside saying that if they had told me sooner I probably wouldn't have changed that day and wouldn't have lost my shoes. So I got new shoes, cool.

I slipped the on and they fit like a glove. I put on a clean T-shirt and grabbed my IPod. Shoving it into my pocket and turning it to shuffle. The only music I had on it was my running music as I usually just listened to music on my phone. The second my feet hit the gravel next to the forest I knew I was ready to go again. My breathing slowed and I could hear my heartbeat over the pumping music. My I ran like I haven't ran in forever. My legs just wouldn't tire. My whole body worked together for one single purpose, to keep me moving forward. The cold morning air stung all the way down to the bottom of my lungs. I was in sweet agony. That is when I saw something strange. Usually when I go out for a run there is only me and the trees. This time I saw a crazy old guy (okay not that old, about the same age as my dad) poking around with this strange metal stick thing. It looked very old but very well looked after like a relic of some sort. He kept yelling something in Latin ( I think it was Latin) and slamming the steel into the flesh of a tree. He slammed it against a few rocks too but he looked disappointed every time and kept repeating the whole rhyme over and over again.

I decided to keep my distance and quietly moved passed without him noticing me. I ran for about another hour and went home to go shower and get ready for school. When I got home my parents were home surprisingly and my mom was cooking breakfast. I told her about the crazy guy in the forest and she got this worried look on her face for a split second and then her face glazed over. No emotion what so ever. She told me it must have been some crazy old hobo that got lost on his way to Narnia. I tried to laugh but seeing the worried expression on her face I knew there was something very wrong.