Author's note: Hey!! This is a story I plan to stick with ,hopefully, so I hope yall like it. Also this is like my second story online, but I have written many story's before so hear....we....go!
chapter 1: found
It's hard to be alone, abandoned, forgotten, lost.
Hard to face another day knowing no ones there..........but you.
My pack lost me on the great journey from Texas to South Dicoda. I think I'm in North Dicoda, I don't know. Now and days I don't know much really. I'm lost in the woods, disconnected from the world, one with nature. For 7 years I have been lost and never found............................ till today.
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" Hey sherif! "
" What now Ron?! "
" There has been a report about a suicide in the woods. We have to check it out. "
" Alright, but if it's not anything to serous I'm going home for the evening. "
" Alright. "
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Day 2,676, I think, of being lost.
Today is my hunting day, but something seams off.
Just 10 yards away I see a deer. I make sure I'm not in the wind so it won't smell me coming. I sneak behind the trees getting closer. Just as I'm about to shift to my wolf to get my dinner, a twig snaps from somewhere. I freeze instantly. The deer looks up from grazing on a patch of grass. Then he starts running away. I sign, there goes my dinner.
Suddenly I sense something........... or someone. The hairs on the back of my neck started to stand on end. He's right behind me.
I swiftly turn around and do a swifter kick to knock him down. I look at him on the ground.
" Who are you?! "
" Woh, woh, woh!! Take it easy there missy! My name is sherif Goldman. I didn't mean to startle you. "
I back down but my guard is still up. He, the sharif, was a kind of tall man with a thick mustache that was turning gray with age, he was simi fat, but still thin looking with a few wrinkles on his face.
" Hey sharif did you find the....- who's that? "
" I'm June, June Blackhearts. "
Wow, it's been so long that i'v talked or seen people. I don't even recognize my own voice.
" Hi my name is Ron. "
He put out his hand to shake.
Ron was kind of tall maybe 2 or 3 inches taller than me. He has brown hair with green eyes, he is kind of tan but not much.
I then let go of his hand after I'm done shaking it.
" Well June how old are you? "
" I'm 16. "
" Cool, I'm 18. What High School do you go to? "
" I don't go to High School. "
" Honey why are you out hear your parents must be worried sick." said the sharif walking up to us after trying to look for what they came hear for.
" I don't have parents."
The sherif looked at me.
" You don't have parents? "
" I was lost hear at 9, I can hardly remember them it's been so long. "
" Well come with me, I'll help you. "
" Thanks. "
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Sorry if it's short or long but I hope yall liked it. Feel free to leave me a comment and I will upload soon.
Bye,
J
