Forest

1.

                                                                                          |Hope|

Looking across the table at my best friend Melody, I quirk my eyebrow slightly, trying to read her facial features.

"Two Aces," she declares, slapping two cards face down in the center of the table. I glance over at Adam, squinting my eyes and trying to send a message to him. He understands, nodding his head and stretching as he makes a somewhat innocent peace sign.

Smirking, I look down at my own deck of cards, only one card looking up at me. Not an ace though. I'll have to roll my dice.

Melody looks up from the table, staring at Adam for him to start the next round of Twos. Adam hesitantly looks at me and I shake my head slightly, indicating that he should wait. Melody gives me a confused look.

"BULL SHIT!" I yell, laughing as Melody's face immediately drops. She sighs, giggling as she takes the entire stack from the center. It's almost guaranteed that she won't win.

"Come on, I wasn't that obvious, was I?" She laughs, sorting through almost the entire deck of cards. "Damn, I was on a roll, too."

Snorting, I look at Adam, resting my chin on the palm of my hand. "I believe it is your turn, good sire," I declare, sipping at an invisible cup of tea.

Adam laughs, quickly throwing down a card.

"One Two."

"BS," Melody laughs, covering her mouth with her hand as he sighs deeply, taking his card back. "You guys can't beat me. I'M IMMORTAL!" She cackles, raising her cards in the air.

"Okay, sure Jesus. Now can I go, or not?" I snort, rolling my eyes as I try to contain my smile.

"Yes, yes. Go along," she murmurs, giving me an evil look. Looking at the one card in my hand, I smirk, putting it in the middle.

"One Three."

"Bull shit," Adam laughs, going in to flip over the card. I sit smugly back in my seat as he reveals the three.

"HEHEHEHEH, Now you guys have to do whatever I want to do," I laugh, pulling my feet up onto the chair and dragging them to my chest. "Now, let's see," I murmur, pretending to think as they both stare at me with nervous eyes.

"Please don't choose the circus," Melody blurts, scratching her forehead and cracking her knuckles with stress.

"No, no. That would be lame to go to a circus." I mutter, tapping my chin and staring up at the ceiling. "Oh! I got it!"

"Oh god," Adam sighs under his breath.

"We're taking a tour in the forest."