I continued to lay there, my eyes closed and my mind wandering. Every few seconds I stopped and sighed. I heard the crunch of leaves under the boots of what I thought was Koi. I heard the crackle of the fire that had just been made. I thought that I was finally safe. I was wrong:
I heard the crunching footsteps near me, they came closer and closer. I could barely see the silhouette of what I thought was Koi. Something seemed off. Koi isn't this tall.
A sudden fear had installed itself in my heart.
The next second I was in a potato sack, swung behind that strange figures shoulder.
The figure had grabbed the top of the sack to pull me up so I was curled in a ball at the base of the bag.
Everything was dark, like it was before. The sack smelled like potatoes and dirt. I felt the burlap sack and rubbed my fingers against it.
I suddenly had an idea. The burlap was wearing away as I was rubbing it. I could make a hole in it, and run away. But I can't run. Well, it's worth a try. I begin furiously rubbing the burlap bag and I can feel a hole that gradually is getting bigger and bigger.
I could feel it taking up the whole bottom of the sack and before I knew it, I would be able to slide out of it.
I took a deep breath. This begins my great escape.
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The Phantom Spirits
Подростковая литература14 year old Kysa Mascherata has a family secret hidden from the world, they are known as "Phantoms", a myth of people that could contort into their animal spirits. Kysa meets a strange boy named Koi who is peculiarly familiar to her, that explains t...
