Cammie :

How could a forest be so big?

How could I be stuck?

How could I not find my way out?

Why did they leave me?

What did I do wrong?

Those were the questions haunting my mind, for the months I was stuck in a forest. The question that hurt the most to answer though, was, 'Why did they leave me'? Did I do something wrong? Was I not perfect enough for them? They were my parents for goodness sake! And they just left my dog and I in the middle of a forest to die!

They even said, and I quote, "If you aren't already dead, when we return, then we will kill you ourselves. You have a year." Unquote. And if I was keeping good enough track of the days. Today was going to be the day. Sitting on the ground, I shoved my head into my hands, sighing loudly.

They wouldn't kill me would they? They wouldn't be able to.. I know they ditched me in the forest to die.. But.. Sensing my distress, my dog, Silver, came and sat next to me, laying his head on my lap. Reaching a hand out, I pet his head gently, using slow, soothing strokes.

In the twelve months we had been trapped in the forest, him and I had become skinny. Very skinny. I was very sick, and probably looked like Hell had come over and slapped me in the face. He was much healthier than me, considering he can eat much more things then me. I closed my eyes, and lifted my head out of my hands, leaning in on the tree instead. I suddenly heard footsteps approaching, and jumped up.

But what if it isn't them? A voice nudged in the back of my mind, but I shook my head, not believing the naïve voice. "We will eventually find some evidence of her death!" My father's gruff, husky voice snapped, probably toward my mother. Silver, upon hearing his voice, ran in the opposite direction. I was alone. Turning around, ready to run, I heard footsteps heading this way.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are, Cammie.." My mom's voice called, like I was a dog, but I ignored her, backing away slowly, attempting to dodge leaves as I did so. "Cammie.. We won't hurt you, I promise. We're very sorry about how we acted before, it was a mistake. I swear."

I backed up even further, then realized I was trapped. I couldn't hide forever. But hey, a girl can hope, I guess. Observing a nearby rock, the moss was facing away from my parents, alerting me that there was a water source nearby and in the exact opposite direction my parents were. Walking in that direction, I wished Silver had stayed with me. But, I knew deep down, that it was better like this, with him free, he would be content- happy. He may even survive this.

As I continued forward, I soon found myself stumping over a trees' root hanging out of the ground at an awkward angle. I fell into a pile a dead leaves, and let out a loud groan, then heard the footsteps running in my direction. Not too soon after, a hand grabbed my hair, causing me to whimper, and a blade was roughly pressed to my throat.

Zach :

"Night drills boys!" Dr. Steve, our headmaster shouted, and, not in the mood to argue, we all fixed our jumpsuits and ran the perimeter of the gates. It was just like any other Friday, we run a hour, go back to our rooms, do whatever we please, sleep for four hours, get up, and repeat.

We have a large gate that surrounds the school, it is about twenty feet high, digging under the ground about five feet. So, when we saw a Siberian Husky climbing the gate like some sort of ninja, we all stopped, stared, then ran. For being some sort of assassins we are really wimps.

When the dog made it over the fence, he dropped to the ground, whimpering slightly. Straightening itself, it started to run after us, most the boys started yelling curses, finally, he got to Grant, who stood frozen. When he finally snapped out of it, he screamed. "ZACHARY, HELP ME!" He screamed pathetically, running toward me, the dog following.

"NEVER. SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST!" I yelled back, running faster and catching up to Nick, who laughed.

"What's so funny," Alex asked, running to our little formed group.

"Grant." I answered simply, then noticed the yelling was closer, and so was the barking. Turning my head slightly, I noticed that the dog and Grant were now close to us. "Run!" I yelled, running faster, but then Nick tripped over God-knows-what, and grabbed Alex, who grabbed me, who grabbed Grant.

And we all fell to the ground. The dog stopped running and stared at us, as we stared back, wide-eyed. He barked, he barked, and he barked some more.

"Do you think he wants something?" Grant whispered, turning his head slightly to glance at me.

"He might want us to follow him." Nick replied, not taking his eyes off the dog.
"We need to get Dr. Steve's permission first," Alex stated, standing up, "You guys stay here. I'll go get him and explain our situation," not giving us a chance to argue, he ran back in the direction of the school. But the dog simply ignored him, walking forward to nudge me with his nose.

When Alex returned around two minutes later, Dr. Steve was running behind him, slowing down as he reached us, we were now standing, trying to soothe the nervous dog. "Okay, boys, you have one hour to return, no getting side-tracked." He gave Grant a pointed look, before opening the gate for us.

"Thanks." That is all that was said as we ran out of the gate, following the dog closely. We ran for about twenty minutes, before the dog slowed slightly and sniffed the air, then he turned right and ran again. For about another three minutes it was pure running, before the dog let out a loud howl, running behind a tree.

After about another minute, he stopped howling and whined. I was the first to walk forward, looking to where the dog was. I froze, my eyes widening as I stared at the scene in front of me. There was a small girl, her light skin covered in dirt and blood, her light brown hair knotted, her bones poking out of her body.

Bruises lined her body, and I felt something. Sympathy maybe? Worry? As I stared down at her, the others boys had joined me, I didn't know when, but I was alerted of them when Grant spoke, "She needs help." The dog nudged her gently with his nose, then stared at me and barked. Then barked again. I took a few steps forward, leaning down to pick up the girl.

Not bothering to wait for the other boys, I ran with her in my arms, sprinting at top speed to the school. When we arrived, the dog in toll, most of the boys were peering out into the forest, as we made our way closer they made it come out to be as if we were walking down the red carpet. Dr. Steve's eyes widened as he took in the girl in my arms. "Is she alive?" He questioned softly, causing everyone else to shut up.

"Yeah, she still has a pulse. A small one, but it's there." I responded, holding her slightly closer as chaos erupted around the boys. Officer Steve barely spared them a glance, before locking eyes with Grant, Nick, Alex, and I, saying

"Let's go inside, it's more quiet there." We nodded, when suddenly he stopped, facing me, "Let me take her, your arms must be exhausted." He stated, stepping forward, I nodded about to hand her to him, when suddenly the dog was in front of me. He was growling viciously at Dr. Steve, who took a few steps back, hands up in surrender.

"You take her yourself." He told me, looking cautiously at the dog. I nodded, running to the nurse's office, the dog, my friends, and Dr. Steve in toll. Once I got there, again someone tried to take her from me, but again the dog growled. He didn't seem to trust anyone much. I carefully set the girl on the bed. What was her name? I could not just call her 'the girl,' all my life. I carefully patted her pants pockets to see if she had a wallet or something, that she did not. Meaning, we were going to have to do some research on this girl.