Tarzan's sister
i own nothing of tarzan, duh.
She moved through the jungle, listening for the faint cry of her baby brother, but she couldn't even find the tree-house, let alone Timothy. She shouldn't have to find him anyways, she thought angrily, she was only 13! She had wanted to go with her parents but nooo, they'd made her stay and watch Timothy. She'd been mad, but her anger soon turned to fear as night fell and her mother and father still weren't home. The next day she'd gone to look or them, Timothy would only slow her down, and besides she'd be back soon right? Wrong. She'd been quickly lost in the dense jungle, everything her parents had taught her had fled her mind in fear. Her clothes were now tattered, her hair a tangled mess full of sticks and leaves, and her face completely filthy except for the smudged streaks of tears. She heard a roar and stopped dead in her tracks. Shaking with fear she crept on through the ever darkening jungle. Finally she could take no more, spotting an opening in the bottom of a tree trunk she ducked inside and fell asleep, with no regard to any animal that might be living inside.
sorry it was short tell me watcha think, if you don't like it tell me why otherwise dont comment at all :)