Notebook drabble
April 10th, 2012
Jessica Kirkland爱
Brayden sighed as he walked down the forest path. 'Damn them.' He thought to himself as he stuffed his hands into his blue Hollister hoodie. 'They know I don't like going out here…' He grumbled, kicking a pebble as he continued down the path.
Brayden had been your average teenager. He was popular, handsome, and was star of the football* team.
He had short, dark-brown hair that went into his eyes slightly. Light-brown eyes with high cheekbones. He was somewhat muscular, but also thin. Some said he was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, always surrounding himself with his friends or teammates. He hated being alone.
But, now here he was, walking down the damn forest path. All alone. At night.
Brayden shuddered. He hated the dark and he hated being alone even more. But right now, he hated himself for being pulled into this stupid idea. "Who wants to go camp out in this place anyways? It's all muck…" He said to no one in particular.