Forest Girl

Forest Girl

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Quote: Humans are like animals. There's a peculiar figure always spotted swiftly running in a hunting forest. Hunters from all over heard of this figure and sought it out. All returned with a symbol on their arm. The symbol depicts a wolf. A young hunter by the name of Josh Drafete accepted a challenge. To find and kill the figure in the woods. Or would one single encounter change his life forever.. ***Not edited so ignore any mistakes I may have made.*** **Goal for this book is 140 reads. Pretty much it ** (Goal Reached: February 14, 2017. Thanks guys!) Current Ranking: #800 in Adventure
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My Woods

'"What are you doing here?!" I scolded. "What are you doing here?!" Hunter said. "You didn't answer my question!" I said to him. He looked at me and I knew what was coming next. He suddenly turned from furious to comforting. "What's is this place?" He whispered and opened his arms. I examined him cautiously before breaking and running into his arms. I cried against his strong build. He stroked my hair and whispered repetitively, "Its ok. I'm here now. Don't worry. I'm all yours."' Everyone has to start somewhere. My life started without a dad. People change their minds and people make mistakes. My mom did just that when she left me at four years old with my Great Aunt Lorie. I know where my mom lives, but I wish I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I still love her to death, but sometimes...forgiveness...is hard to give out...to everyone. 'I jumped over the river that I had never crossed before. I heard my mom calling my name behind me, but I ignored her. Tears streamed down my face. Now, on the other side of the river, I was in a forest, jumping over logs and fallen tree trunks, pushing leaves out of my face. I stopped when I finally felt fully isolated. I sat down on a small rock and cried and cried and cried. I guess this is where I will stay for now. I guess these are just my woods for now. Just my woods for now.'

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