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I Wrote this for class

A Walk In The Woods

At the edge of a forest, where a cliff overlooks an ocean, a couple

tall trees were talking in the dark late one night.

One said, "May I ask you something?"

"Certainly," said the other.

"I know you all have been all over the world. I, on the other hand...

well, I have never been out of this forest.

So my question is, What was it like for you

in other places?"

The other tree brought in its branches a bit to gather its thoughts.

"Well, I'll tell you," it said.

But it couldn't. Because at that moment, a sudden gust of wind blew.

And then another, and another, and suddenly you couldn't see the stars

anymore for the clouds racing up.

It was starting to get very cold. The wind was very powerful, blowing on the trees, this storm was extremely powerful. The tree's leaves were being blown off, then soaring in the wind. Their limbs were being pushed back, by the burst of wind. Many leaves were flying, while some were just being forced to the ground.The ones that haven't hit the ground yet, were either caught in windshields, or tree limbs. I held tightly onto the tree, grasping at the tree. 

As a result, I got tree bark stuck under my nails. I wince at the painful feeling. I look down and close my eyes, thinking "I can't stay here. Where do I go?" I look up, and open my eyes. "Wait? Weren't those trees just talking? Stop,stop, not important." I Quickly, placed my hand a few inches away from my eyes to prevent any leaves or twigs from damaging my eyes.

I attempt to safely walk back home, a loud, blood-curdling scream came over from my side. I swiftly darted across the forest, dodging every tree that was in my line of sight. All I can hear is my feet, violently smacking against the ground, Wind and sticks and leaves whipping through the air. I bring my fingers together to remove of any of the bark still under my nails. I keep running until I reach the source of the scream. It's a woman, on the ground with her child. I think. I can't see the two very well because of all the branches and leaves. 

I slowly, approach her and see an extensive gash across a child's head. It looks like a boy, and he looks around 5 years old. "Please, help us." She called out. "What happened?" I asked. "He was hit in the head with a branch, and he fell, I think he passed out. He's still breathing." She said, worriedly. "Do you know your way home?" I called out. "I think, but it's so windy. I'm not sure." She looked around, nervously. She tightly held onto her son and tried to shield his eyes. "Please help me find a safety kit. Do you have one I could use?" she asked, quietly. We started to run. We needed to get to safety as fast as possible.

 "I'm sorry, I don't. I'll help you find your car and then you can take him home." I yelled. We kept running and running. We started to go down a hill, she began to stop, but I didn't notice until I looked back. She was standing over to the side of the hill, and she was standing next to a car. The lights were on and there was a shadow there. Which I figured was her, I ran back up the to her car to hear her crying. Her son's body was in her arms, he looked lifeless. She was shaking, trying to call 9-1-1 and trying to give him CPR.

All that was going through my head was "This woman's son died today." I internally repeated it, over and over and over again. Even after hearing it for the tenth time you can't really get over it. I had to sit down, I sat down in front of the car. After processing what just happened, I no longer heard the wind blowing, I no longer heard the branches and leaves whipping through the air. I no longer heard the woman crying. All I heard was an high-pitched, eerie sound, and that was it. I faintly heard sirens in the distance and some sentences and words here and there. "Blood loss,he hit his head,Will he be okay?" 

Were just a few of them. I felt as if I was about to faint. My eyes slowly closing. I forced myself to open my eyes and to try to stand up. When it comes to situations like this, these kinds of things happen to me. I put my hands on the hood of the car, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry," I whispered to the woman before I hit the ground.