Hey i know nobody reads this but hey gonna start writing!
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I'd left the skull in the closet for a couple of months already. It was winter now and the snow hurt and the wind was harsh. I grabbed my snow boots and stepped into the cold. I trudged into the snow, my feet making a sloshing noise with every step. I was thinking whether I should just stay in my home or go. I walked for about an hour until I reached the end of the orchard. I was still pretty deep in the orchard, but aproaching I saw that big forest that I saw before. I saw a girl sitting there sketching something, and I quickly hid behind a tree. Peeking from the side, I realized that I reconized her. Who was she, who was she? I shifted my weight and a twig snapped when I moved. I winced, hoping she didn't hear. I looked, and she had stopped drawing. She looked around for a second, shrugged and kept drawing.
A few minutes later, she stood up and laughed. Looking at her, she seemed about my age. Maybe a little older. She laughed again and picked up her sketch and the pencil. The pencil. The one that was in my bag. I reckonized it. It had all those inticate designs that were carved by a knife. She turned around and went into that huge forest behind her. She walked in and I lingered close behind her. Once I entered the forest, I saw the orchard suddenly disappear and it turned into a dense forest. I stood there stunned. WHAT WAS GOING ON?! I made sure to stay close to the girl. She was skipping and humming a song. I was standing still and all of the sudden she stopped dead in her tracks. I quickly hid behind a tree.
"Hello!!!" I heard an excited voice. I screamed and fell down.
"Who are you!!!!??" I exclaimed.
"No, first of all, who are you? You've been following me through the forrest," she said, her smiling not flinching one bit. Then it hit me. She was the girl in the drawing that I found in the bag. The bag that was sitting right where I first found not more than a month ago.
I squinted my eyes, "I've seen you before in a drawing. I found a drawing of you in a bag." I explained the bag and everything I found."
Her smile faded.
"Did it have this in it?" She showed me the pencil.
"Yes, why?" I asked.
"It... It belonged to a friend." She offered her hand. "My name is Cleopatra. But you can call me Cleo. I'm not the real Cleopatra" She giggled. I glanced at her hand.
"Obviously," I said smiling, grabbing her hand and boosting myself up. "My name is Christina. I prefer Chry. I like your name...Cleo."
"Thank you." She replied. "Follow me!" She grinned.
