Hey ok this is a story i sorta started but dunno if i should continue. Let me know if you like it or not! I also need a gd name for it cause as u might be able to tell the name cant stay! so review and let me know of your thoughts!

oh also if u have any REALLY good ideas for what to happen let me know. I got an idea but it can always be changed!

'BANG'

The boy's body landed heavily on the ground. He groaned and struggled to stand up. He had landed on his side and there were now gashes down the side of his body where he landed on the forest floor. He had landed on various stones and sticks which would explain the pain blood he could feel dripping down his arm. He looked down at his arm but instantly wished he hadn't. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his arm to slow the bleeding. The boy looked around and grinned. He had done it. He had shown them they couldn't control him his whole life. He had shown them wrong. Images of his parents' faces when they realised what he did swam around his head. He sat down on a log and started to laugh, then he realised something and he almost feel off his log.

Where was he? How was he going to get home? How was he going to get anywhere? How would his parents find him? How was anyone going to find him? He started searching the ground frantically. He let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding and bent down to pick up the writing contraption. His mother had given it to him. His father would flip if he knew he had it. He had always been very strict with what he was given.

It was sunrise and the orange light reflected off the boys pale hair. It was sticking up at all angles and had grass and dirt all in it. He scanned the forest and when he couldn't see any signs of life a sob got caught in his throat. No he had to be strong. What would mother say if she caught him crying? He had always been taught to think for himself and to be strong. He could find his way home. He could see a couple of hills and remembered some hills on the edge of his property. He was probably just outside his own property and when he got over the hills he would be able to see home again. It was still early and his parents were most likely still asleep. If he was quick he would be able to get back before they even woke up. He looked down at his bloody clothes and scrapped legs, he didn't even want to look at the gash in his arm it would just make him feel queasy again.

He started to scramble up the hill. There were lots of logs and rocks hidden beneath all the yellow and orange leaves that were covering the forest floor and he had been tripping and stumbling over them all. A couple of times he had fallen into prickly bushes that resulted in a few scratches over his face. He could hear a bird somewhere above him. He strained his neck to try to find the bird, in the process he didn't see the branch and tripped over again. He lifted himself onto his hands and knees and saw the scratches that now trailed his arms and legs. He wanted to go home. It was no fun out here. He should have listened when his father told him how dangerous the world could be. He was tired of being brave. He wanted to be home, safe in his mothers arm. His eyes filled with tears and they slowly ran down his face. They came down faster as he crawled slowly the rest of the way up the hill. His eyes were still all blurry from the tears when he reached the top of the hill. He stood up and whipped his eyes so he could see. What he saw was not what he wanted to see.

It was all trees, yellow and orange trees. There were no gaps in the long stretch of trees. No roads, houses, farms, there wasn't even a little hut. His stomach dropped, head began to spin, hands became uncontrollable with shaking and his legs became wobbly and unable to hold him up. He sunk onto a large rock nearby, head in his hands, tears streaming down his face again. The he heard it. His head snapped up. Was he dreaming it? There it was again. He stood up and slowly turned around searching for the source of that sound. He was now facing back the way he had come. He squinted into the rising sun. There was something there, a house. A house! There was a house! It wasn't his house but maybe someone lived there! There was that sound again. It sounded like laughter. A smile creeping over his tear stained face he started bounding down the hill towards the house.