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It's time to think

I wandered through the bushes of the Old Groove. While I was walking, I took out my phone and watched as the clock stroke 9. I looked at the sky and saw how the stars aligned perfectly; my father would always point out the constellation. As I walked in woods, the weather became more deadly and I was pierced with frost. But out of all the places in town, why did I come here? Well this was the very exact place I ran off to after my father died. I remember it now; I was a scared, confused girl running off into these woods. I didn't intend on leaving my mother worried; I just wanted to be far away from everyone as soon as possible. Knowing that my mother would've called a search party to scout me out, I decided to run further in these woods. I made it to a small pond; which was easy for me to fit in, and dove right in. Since I was only 6, I didn't know better and I didn't know how to swim. Ironically, I didn't panic and I just let myself sink. By the time I made it to the bottom, I knew I was going to die a slow death, but my mom made it in time to save my life. I didn't want to die; I just couldn't bare it without my dad around. Ever since that day, my mother became more strict and over-protects me. Now that I'm deeper in the woods, I can have my alone time. No more worries, sorrows, negetivity and pain crowding over me. While I was emptying out the negetivity, a strange, shadowy like figure appeared from behind a tree. I turned and stared straight at the figure. "Who are you?" I questioned as I backed away from it. "Don't be scared. It's me Ron." The voice hesitated. "Come closer so I can see you." I demanded. The shadowy figure walked closer to me and I frightenedly shone the light of my flashlight on it. Its eyes were emeralds and it had brown shaggy hair. It was Ron and it seems that he was a wanderer of these woods as well.