The woods, the place i call home. It has been my home for almost 8 years now. 8 years since i escaped that horrible place. To be honest it weren't the most easiest 8 years but I survived. I was sitting in my tree and i was looking at the beautiful oceaan. The way the water would flow and how the sun was setting. Its was almost time to hunt. And no not the kind of hunt you would think.
I came down my tree and prepared my self.
Its very short but i wanna know if i schould even write a story. As you can see my english sucks but its not my first langues soo my apologie
Let me know if i schould write this story and please help me thanks xxx
