The IceCreek Wheat Fields

All in Cassius's(Cass's) view!

I gazed down at the sunny land of golden stalks, all wheat. My best friend, Miuccia, (I call her Cia though) was looking down at the beautiful sight, nibbling her bottom lip. I couldn't blame her, I was nervous about going into the wheat fields too. I took a deep breath before taking a step down the hill. Cia followed me, but she took a glance back at our home before going even further into the growing stalks.

"What do you think we'll find?" I asked Cia, who was as silent as always.

She shrugged, her wild curly locks whirring softly in the steady breeze. I looked down in surprise as I felt a small tickle on my toe. There was a ladybug on my sandal! Cia giggled as I shrieked in terror, jumping around in an attempt to get the ladybug off of me. Finally, it left with an angry buzz. I was completely out of breath from running and jumping, and Cia had finally caught up with me.

"Where are we?" Cia looked around, noticing something.

I realized it too. My heart dropped as I looked around in horror. We weren't in the wheat field anymore, we were now in a dark dense forest of sticky pines. Pine needles littered the floor like leafs under a tree in the middle of autumn.

"W-Where's home?" I stuttered, looking around to see if I could find the brick red roof of home. "We're lost!"

    I dropped to my knees, shaky sobs coming hard on me. I didn't care that Cia was watching. Tears poured down my cheeks, as if my eyes were a water faucet overflowing the sink. Cia watched me with clear blue eyes, her expression blank. I know her too well to know that she just doesn't show her feelings. She keeps them locked up in her heart.

"We'll have to wait for morning to come before we try and find home," Cia whispered, patting my back. "For now, let's find shelter."

    I nodded, wiping away my tears with my sleeve. Cia wasn't usually this talkative, which was surprising. It looked like she was the boss at that minute. I was helping Cia put some long sticks up against a tree trunk to make a lean-on shelter, but we stopped dead in our tracks when we heard a low growl. Slowly turning our heads, we saw the glow of gleaming yellow eyes. The eyes did not look friendly, either. Cia and I slowly turned our heads in the other direction, then looked at each other.

"Three, two, one," We both counted down in whispers, then turned the opposite direction from the eyes. "Run."

    That was the last word we had said before taking off on a great race to safety. We could hear barks from behind us as the canine called for more wolfs. Within seconds, we had wolves at our heels. We managed to confuse them by turning sharply around a corner, then scrambled up a tree. The wolves below frantically jumped up at us, one barely missing Cia's dangling leg. She quickly pulled up her legs. Her knees were knocking, her hands were shaking. She was the exact definition of a frightened little girl.

"Don't worry, Cia! The wolves will go away!" I reassured Cia, but I didn't believe myself.

    Cia and I were both trembling, fear in our eyes. The wolves snapped at our feet, but there were less of them than before. Cia looked up, as did I. This was a giant nightmare.

"Cass, I'm scared," Cia whimpered, sniffing and wiping away her tears.

    We huddled there on that branch for hours, but finally, the wolves left us. The sun was creeping up the ridge, like a flame licking up an alley. Soon, the dawn came, and light spilled into the vast land. Cia had fallen asleep somehow within the hours of yapping, and I had kept watch in case they came back.

"Cia," I gently shook Cia's shoulder. "Cia, wake up!"

Cia jolted awake, her eyes wild. She relaxed when she saw my face, leaning back against the tree trunk with a sigh. She had a faraway look in her eyes. I turned towards her as she spoke.

"Where do we go?" Cia asked, capturing my attention. I had no idea.

Then, like a miracle, Cia's eyes lit up as her gaze swept around the land.

"I see home!" Cia shouted in excitement, grabbing my arm and wrenching me towards her direction.

There, standing in its former glory, stood our home. It was Miss Beck's Orphanage.