She Woke up in a large forest, lined with aspen trees. The grass tickling her toes as she began to stand up. She was in a beautifully made white dress, hemmed with crystals. She was barefoot and her hair had been back to her natural color. She was walking through the heavily wooded area, she saw a black horse in the distance. She began to walk faster and faster the closer she got to the horse, the horse stood, calm. She jumped up onto a log beside the horse, she climbed up onto the horses back and got held the horses thick Maine. She started to walk the horse through the thick woods, the horses black Maine and tail flew through the strong winds pushing them back. Willow began to trot, then canter, then finally she galloped, the wind went through her long blonde hair. The horse jumped over fallen logs and leaf piles. The air was crisp and cold, but Willow felt warm though she was in a long white dress. Willow thought to call the horse charcoal after her mothers horse when she was young. They rode through the large forest and soon saw buildings ahead, they kept riding till they were to the city. The horse stopped and flung Willow behind itself, Willow hit her head on the hard grassy floor. She got up without a pain, she walked to the edge of the forest. There was a barrier not allowing people to leave. Soon Willow felt a sharp pain in her left arm and she passed out.
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panic room
Fantasythis is a story of a sad event. there was a girl named Willow and she was taken away by people and she was in a lab she called it the panic room
