All day everyday all I hear from my mom is " Anne June you know better than to go to the forest alone or even better just being there is disappointment." I mean cut a girl some slack you think I'm dissapointing I mean how do you think I feel when you say " I used to go there all the time. It's so safe" So thanks mom. Anyway,however many times she tells me not to go of course I still go. There's just something about this place that makes me feel I don't know, different.
And so today so my mom gave me the lecture of the day I sit and listen to the boring tale of my mom going to the forest, and I can't. How frustrating, but today she looked at me funny. " What's wrong mom?" I asked she looked from me to the floor and back to me. "You see Anne I feel like I tell you this everyday a-" "which you do." "And, you still go to the forest so I'm not even going to speak any more so go ahead, I guess."
So I thanked her and ran out our bright red screen door. Simply taking my time I wondered down the same path I've been taking ever since I could remember. But once I got to the pass I saw something irregular. I saw a very odd figure