I'm not quite sure what happened, one moment I was showing Becky how The Best I was at hiking, speeding in front of the rest of the class like a pro.
The next moment, I had woken up on the ground somewhere deep in the forest, nowhere near the path.
I figured that I must have gone so far ahead, tripped and rolled down a small hill, noting the large slant of earth and grass that sat next to me.
I let out a quick "Ha!" to myself as I thought of poor Becky Botsford having eaten my dust.
But then I tried to get up.
"AH!" I cried out in pain as I placed the slightest amount of weight on my right leg, I quickly lowered myself back down into a sitting position.
I rolled up my pants leg past my calf, and saw that my ankle was swollen and bleeding.

After throwing up in the grass, I decided that I would perform first aid on myself and then go back up the hill.
"I'm the Best at performing first aid," I mumbled happily to myself, trying not to wince as I adjusted my ankle.
What did the nurse say about treating cuts when she had done that first aid class? I tugged at my perfect golden braid as I tried to remember, and then shrugged it off. What did it matter? I was probably the best anyhow; I would easily be able to figure it out!
I reached towards my ankle, touching it with my fingertips I let out another cry as that sent a wave of pain up my leg.
Tears sprang to my eyes, but I hastily wiped those away so that I could see what I was doing.
I figured that the best course of action was to wrap something around her ankle like some sort of bandage.
I pulled off my sweater-the gray one that I always wore-and utilized the sleeves to tighten it. More tears sprang to my eyes as two more waves of pain shot up my leg, but after I stopped touching the sweater it merely became a dull throbbing.
I smiled to myself at my achievement, "I bet I'm the only one smart enough to bring a sweater for such an occasion," I said, and was quick to realize that perhaps it was a bit ridiculous to say that, even to myself.

I was feeling pretty proud of my make do bandage until I realized that it was much too cold, I was stuck wearing only a tank top and jeans and the cold breeze brought Goosebumps to my arms.
"I had better get back to the group," I mumbled to myself, utilizing a tree to help me stand it still hurt horribly to put any weight on my injured foot.
But how else was I to climb up the hill? So I limped forwards, and began ascending the slope.

I had made it half way before my entire leg gave way and I was on face, I grabbed at a root so that I didn't roll backwards.
How could I have gotten into this situation? How could I have done something so-so not the Best? I dragged myself up the hill a bit, that was when I noticed a distinct lack of sun.
Now the sky was a deep orange whereas before it had been a beautiful cloudless blue. It must have been hours since I had gotten ahead of Becky!

I let out a strangled yelp as the grass I had been holding onto was pulled free of the ground and I rolled back down the hill, slamming into a tree at the bottom.
It took me several minutes to recover, my ankle was hurting worse than ever and I was beginning to see blood through the fabric of my sweater (most likely the fall had opened the wound even more).
My head ached from the collision with the tree, though luckily I had not gone unconscious again.

I felt despair take hold of me as I realized my predicament, I had an injured leg and I was lost at the bottom of a hill that was too steep for me to climb.
"HELP!"
I shouted, "IS ANYBODY THERE?!" I shrieked. "Anybody?" my voice faltered, because it had hit me.

I was alone.

I noticed that I tend to neglect some of the female WordGirl villains, so I thought I would write a story about one of my favorites ;)

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