The Forgotten Forest
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  • Reads 4,328
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  • Parts 20
  • Time 2h 16m
Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2014
I moved a lot.  And by that, I mean a lot. 
This also  means I have no place that was special to me.
That is, until I moved to Tennessee.
I finally had made a couple friends, and I had found an amazing hang-out place in the forest behind our house.
But I knew it wouldn't last long.
Just when my parents told me we were moving again, the forest revealed some secrets I never would've thought were real.  But they were real, my parents convinced me of that.
Is anything what I thought it would be?  Were my friends actually loyal to me all along, were my parents actually my real parents, was the place where I loved to hang out connected to me in a way?
But the most important question running through my head was "Do I actually belong here, or do I belong to the Forgotten Forest?"




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