Author's notes: Hi I haven't written fanfiction in years let alone finish it? So, hopefully it will be decent enough to read and keep your interest. I haven't read a fanfic like this yet so I've decided to write my own. Forgive the grammar mistakes, I graduated with a science degree not a english degree. But anyhoops, please enjoy!

Regards,

-RainbowColoredTurds

These woods had strange properties and that's what seduced the youths to go there. They gathered in groups to gander in wonder. To a small town like theirs, this was the only entertainment except for drugs, beer, and the occasional fair. the cool kids would go there; to talk shit and smoke. Young lovers would go there and explore their tight bodies and find themselves. The woods were by the high school, it was no wonder the kids were drawn to it. The things that could be hidden there.

He stood there looking at the woods by the high school court yard. He felt a familiar chill go up his spine. There was now a fence around the ominous woods. Kids got detention if they even went near the fence during school hours.

"Roxas, are you okay?" A soft voice asked.

Roxas furrowed his eyebrows giving the woods another scrutinizing look before he turned to his friend. When he turned he saw that all three of his friends were there looking at him with either confusion or concern.

He cleared his throat and responded with a 'I'm fine.' The girl he was friend's with, Olette, looked over his shoulder to see what he was looking at.

"That place gives me the creeps." She shuddered.

"You kids need to get back to class!" A man's voice boomed.

The gang stiffened when they heard their principal, Mr. Fields. His bright eyes narrowed when he looked at he looked at the wood and then softened in a longing way. He shut his eyes for a second before looking at the youths. He walked toward them, not trying to be intimidating, "look, promise me you won't go out there in those woods, okay? It's just dangerous."

They nodded their heads and slowly started walking back to class. Roxas looked back one more time and saw his principal still looking longingly. To Roxas, it felt like he was waiting for someone.

Roxas lingered for a second more and walked on and caught up with his friends. The wind whispered in roxas' ear almost like a faded cry.

School dragged on, roxas played on his phone most of the day, texting his friends, going on Facebook, reading a chapter here and there of his favorite webcomic. He looked out the window and he swore he saw a light come from teachers would look at the woods apprehensively when it caught their eye; Though they never spoke about it.

Classes went by until study hall came, Roxas and the gang would go to the library to hang out. It kept bugging the boy on why the woods were so secretive, his family just moved back a year ago, they left this town before he was even born. He always felt a pull to the forest. someone was calling to him. He decided to look for some archives. Everyday that he was here, he felt that pull. His father avoided it like the was tired of the bullshit.

"Roxas, what are you doing?" his friend, hayner asked. "why are you looking at old newspapers?"

Roxas pursed his lip, " I think there might be something on why people avoid the woods in some old articles."

"Wouldn't it be easier to just 'google' it?" Pence said while munching on some Cheetos.

"Shit like that can be edited and changed, Pence, you can't erase what's on paper." he had an afterthought unless you lost the paper.

Roxas flipped through the pages all class period, his friends even offered to help ; however it was for not. Disappointed, he decided to close shop at school, he would try the public library after school. Classes continued on as well as lunch, nothing different. He felt boredom seep in as the day went by. The bell rung and everyone fled the classrooms. As Roxas was heading towards the door he felt eyes on him and it was the principal, looking at him with worry. what was on that man's mind? roxas slung his backpack over his shoulder and continued on to the library.

As Roxas was leaving campus he felt that pull again. That familiar chill went up his spine again. he turned his head to the ever familiar looming woods before him. The wind blew through him; the crisp, autumn air making its presence known.

"What's in there?" he whispered quietly to himself. he stepped closer to it and halted his steps. started to walk in before cell phone rang. the caller read 'dad'. He answered before giving the woods one last look before leaving.