The Whistler

Chapter 1

It all started with a small bet. 

Chris, was tall and blonde, and Jake, also tall with brown hair. We were sat around the wooden dinner table, drinking hot chocolate after school. The boys were talking about who was the fastest in our group. Then, they began to argue about who would win in a mile and a half long race.

I was listening to them talk, but not exactly in the conversation. I looked outside the window at the beautiful fall day. The trees were turning orange, some even red! It was a beautiful sight.

"So, we set? Five dollars each to the winner..." Chris started. The boys told me their plan, a mile and a half long race, winner gets $5 from both losers. 

"Where will we race?"I asked. I glanced out the window at a squirrel jumping trough the trees with some nuts in it's mouth. "How about the woods?!" We shared a huge grin, Jakes dimples rising and Chris' eyes sparkling.

We have tons of memories in those woods. Those woods are where we met. My dad built me a tree house in the middle of the woods. One warm summer day in 6th grade, I went up there to read my book, and there was a cute boy with brown hair and beautiful eyes, and dimples on his cheeks.

I was so surprised, there was a cute boy sitting in my tree house! I gasped and took a step back, but there was no ledge there. My arms were waving wildly, I reached out for the ledge, which was barely between my fingers when my feet felt the step. The boy jumped up and grabbed my arm. He pulled me in closer to him, away from the edge, and helped me sit down. I was close to crying and he knew that. Of course I wouldn't start crying in front of this stunning boy... Right?

I was wrong.

He didn't care that I was bawling my eyes out of their sockets. He kept sitting next to me until I stopped crying.

After I was calm, he introduced himself.

"My name is Jake. I am in 6th grade and I'm sorry for scaring you." After that, we became friends. He later brought his best friend to the tree house, Chris. And that is how we all met.

So, we were having a mile and a half race through the forest to the old oak tree by the swamp. Whoever got there first got $5 from each of the 2 losers. They would be known as 'the wood runner'. I wanted to win so badly. And I would... I was sure of it.

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It was Saturday. Next week was the big race and I was already practicing. I was a pretty good runner but I knew that Chris was a way better runner than me.

I was trying to get in shape. I ran every morning before school through the woods, trying to find a few shortcuts. I already had found two but I needed more if I wanted to beat Jake.

I was running around the tall pine when I saw the stream. I took a chance and jumped! I landed on something strange. I slowed down and turned around.

Jake was sitting there by the stream. He was clutching his ankle.

"Oops! Sorry Jake." I sat down next to him. " Why were you sitting down?"

"I accidentally killed this little guy," he said, pointing at a small frog floating upside down. He grabbed a stick and poked at the ground a few times, making a hole. Then he kissed his fingers and pressed them on the frog's head. He stood up and bent over, picking the frog up. He then whispered something in its ear. He then plopped on the ground and set it respectfully in the small hole, barely big enough to fit the frog. He covered the frog up with some leaves and stood up, brushing his hands on his shorts.

"Sorry little guy." Jake looked up with me, trying his hardest to look sad. Then I snorted and he burst out laughing. He then got an adorable grin on his face and started running.

I ran after him but quickly lost track of him. We played this game when we were in 6th grade. He would run, then hide and I had to find him before he could sneak up and tap me on the shoulder. I looked around to regain my surroundings then I walked toward the tall pine. There was some rustling, so moved away the branches with needles. I stepped under then canopy and glanced around. Then, "BOO!" I jumped and spun around, slapping Jake on the chest.

"Not funny." Jake just turned around and laughed, then walked out of inside the pine tree.

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A/N:

Hey guys! So I'm back to editing this book, and I'm trying to make them longer by putting them together. Sorry if you already read all of my chapters, but now I'm gonna fix them. Hope you enjoy!

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