Chapter Eight: Still Lost…
Dawn awoke the next morning. She opened her eyes blearily and realized she was shivering. Wondering why, she finally noticed the sunlight filtering through the green leaves overhead and could hear the birds chirping. Jack was leaning against a tree nearby, slightly snoring.
Dawn pulled out some food from her backpack. She only took out a little, in case they were stuck in the woods for a long time.
Then she woke Jack up, and gave him some food.
After they ate, Jack looked at Dawn.
"Well?" he said. "Should we go?"
"Go where?" asked Dawn, confused.
"Skinny dipping, of course."
Dawn grinned at him.
"Well," said Jack, growing serious, "we might be able to get out of this woods if we walk in a straight line."
"And that'll help us…how?"
Jack shrugged. "Well, when we ran in here last night, we mostly ran straight. Partially. Losing the bear was difficult, so we dodged trees and things to get out of its way. So I figured we could go back that way too."
"A good plan," replied Dawn, smiling. "But we can follow those too."
She pointed at some footprints leading somewhere into the forest. Jack grinned and said, "Yes, we could do that." They picked up their stuff and after a few minutes followed the footprints leading out of the clearing, not noticing the second pair leading into the clearing from the other direction.
Jack and Dawn trudged along, following the outward footprints for a long time before they noticed anything wrong.
By that time, they had begun to walk up a hill with no trees, only tall grass. It was around noon, and they were sweaty, hot, and tired.
"I don't remember this," Dawn said.
"Neither do I," replied Jack grimly.
The sun was shining brightly, though it wasn't as hot as it would usually be around noon, which was a relief. They reached the top of the hill and turned around to look at where they had come.
The hill was taller than it had seemed. It overlooked most of the forest that they had walked through. From where they were, they could see the ocean, though it was a lot farther away than they thought. They could see Flowerbud Village too, but it only looked like a couple of white blocks by the beach from where they were. They could see Moon Mountain, and just barely Jack's farm, which both seemed about four miles away.
"That's weird," said Jack. "I didn't think we ran that far into the forest."
"But we have been walking for at least three hours in the wrong way," insisted Dawn.
She turned around to get a glimpse on the scenery behind them—and stumbled back, falling on her butt.
"Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed.
A person had been peering at the back of her head. When Dawn had turned around they had been nose-to-nose.
Jack jumped at the sound and stared at the person, looking confused and at a loss of words, but mostly disgusted by the person's state.
The "person" was, let's say, a hillbilly. He wore faded, huge overalls with no shirt, a straw hat, a piece of grass hanging out of his mouth—the traditional hillbilly look. His arms and face were bony, and he had a weird, gawking look as he stared at Dawn and Jack.
"Well ain't you jus' da purrdiest people 'round here?" he said, grinning a missing-toothy face at them both. "Lookie your nice clothes 'n all. Why you'd think you wasn't even a hillbilly!"
"We aren't," said Dawn, feeling utterly disgusted as the man peered forward. The hillbilly seemed to be around thirty.
Then Jack and Dawn noticed what had been behind them. Far in the distance, two tall mountains loomed, the tops hanging in the clouds, but those mountains couldn't be seen from Moon Mountain. Before those hills were more forest, though there were lots of hills, which the forest covered. Immediately behind them though was about six houses—run down, and about twenty people (lol) peering out doors or going around with their business. It was a hillbilly town—pretty unusual.
Three people walked up behind the first hillbilly as the first hillbilly said, "My name's Tom—welcome to Hilly Village!"
Jack and Dawn wrinkled their noses at the sight of the town and the bony faces of everyone suddenly peering at them. Dawn decided to be nice, and nudged Jack to be quiet.
"Hi," Dawn said, flashing a nice smile. "My name is Dawn. This is my friend Jack. We were—"
"You trespassin' on our territory, don't'cha know?" said one of the big, burly men behind Tom. He seemed older, and wider, but has the same facial things as did Tom. He also had a rifle in hand.
"We're very sorry," Dawn said hurriedly. "We didn't mean to trespass on anyone's land. See, we got lost from our village—"
"Aye, you from Flowerbud?" said the lady next to Tom. She seemed to be his mother. "Why don't'cha all rest up now? You'll need to walk back later."
Dawn smiled gratefully and followed the lady as she led them to one of the houses. She told her all about her son Tom, who was unmarried (what a surprise) and about how "he should settle down with a nice young gurl."
Jack had been led away by the man who had seemed to be Tom's father. Tom had followed them in the house.
The mom, whose name was Darci, told Dawn to take a seat and served her some food. Tom sat down next to her, really closely and extremely uncomfortably. Dawn inched away.
Darci served them some food. Dawn wrinkled her nose at it—it didn't seem entirely sanitary, but it was okay. She ate her food and wondered where Jack was.
Jack was having a very weird and hard time. The hillbillies seemed not to like him and had taken him round the field to "have a little chat" with him. Instead of talking, Tom's father and two other hillbillies started throwing punches at him, and Tom's father said:
"Well, we can't have you in the way if Tom's supposed to marry that Dawn of yours!"
A/N: lol, I know it sucks right now, but I'm still writin!! I have other fics to keep continuing too, and I BEG ya to keep reading my fics ya'll!! ^.~ Till the next chapter…!
Dawn awoke the next morning. She opened her eyes blearily and realized she was shivering. Wondering why, she finally noticed the sunlight filtering through the green leaves overhead and could hear the birds chirping. Jack was leaning against a tree nearby, slightly snoring.
Dawn pulled out some food from her backpack. She only took out a little, in case they were stuck in the woods for a long time.
Then she woke Jack up, and gave him some food.
After they ate, Jack looked at Dawn.
"Well?" he said. "Should we go?"
"Go where?" asked Dawn, confused.
"Skinny dipping, of course."
Dawn grinned at him.
"Well," said Jack, growing serious, "we might be able to get out of this woods if we walk in a straight line."
"And that'll help us…how?"
Jack shrugged. "Well, when we ran in here last night, we mostly ran straight. Partially. Losing the bear was difficult, so we dodged trees and things to get out of its way. So I figured we could go back that way too."
"A good plan," replied Dawn, smiling. "But we can follow those too."
She pointed at some footprints leading somewhere into the forest. Jack grinned and said, "Yes, we could do that." They picked up their stuff and after a few minutes followed the footprints leading out of the clearing, not noticing the second pair leading into the clearing from the other direction.
Jack and Dawn trudged along, following the outward footprints for a long time before they noticed anything wrong.
By that time, they had begun to walk up a hill with no trees, only tall grass. It was around noon, and they were sweaty, hot, and tired.
"I don't remember this," Dawn said.
"Neither do I," replied Jack grimly.
The sun was shining brightly, though it wasn't as hot as it would usually be around noon, which was a relief. They reached the top of the hill and turned around to look at where they had come.
The hill was taller than it had seemed. It overlooked most of the forest that they had walked through. From where they were, they could see the ocean, though it was a lot farther away than they thought. They could see Flowerbud Village too, but it only looked like a couple of white blocks by the beach from where they were. They could see Moon Mountain, and just barely Jack's farm, which both seemed about four miles away.
"That's weird," said Jack. "I didn't think we ran that far into the forest."
"But we have been walking for at least three hours in the wrong way," insisted Dawn.
She turned around to get a glimpse on the scenery behind them—and stumbled back, falling on her butt.
"Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed.
A person had been peering at the back of her head. When Dawn had turned around they had been nose-to-nose.
Jack jumped at the sound and stared at the person, looking confused and at a loss of words, but mostly disgusted by the person's state.
The "person" was, let's say, a hillbilly. He wore faded, huge overalls with no shirt, a straw hat, a piece of grass hanging out of his mouth—the traditional hillbilly look. His arms and face were bony, and he had a weird, gawking look as he stared at Dawn and Jack.
"Well ain't you jus' da purrdiest people 'round here?" he said, grinning a missing-toothy face at them both. "Lookie your nice clothes 'n all. Why you'd think you wasn't even a hillbilly!"
"We aren't," said Dawn, feeling utterly disgusted as the man peered forward. The hillbilly seemed to be around thirty.
Then Jack and Dawn noticed what had been behind them. Far in the distance, two tall mountains loomed, the tops hanging in the clouds, but those mountains couldn't be seen from Moon Mountain. Before those hills were more forest, though there were lots of hills, which the forest covered. Immediately behind them though was about six houses—run down, and about twenty people (lol) peering out doors or going around with their business. It was a hillbilly town—pretty unusual.
Three people walked up behind the first hillbilly as the first hillbilly said, "My name's Tom—welcome to Hilly Village!"
Jack and Dawn wrinkled their noses at the sight of the town and the bony faces of everyone suddenly peering at them. Dawn decided to be nice, and nudged Jack to be quiet.
"Hi," Dawn said, flashing a nice smile. "My name is Dawn. This is my friend Jack. We were—"
"You trespassin' on our territory, don't'cha know?" said one of the big, burly men behind Tom. He seemed older, and wider, but has the same facial things as did Tom. He also had a rifle in hand.
"We're very sorry," Dawn said hurriedly. "We didn't mean to trespass on anyone's land. See, we got lost from our village—"
"Aye, you from Flowerbud?" said the lady next to Tom. She seemed to be his mother. "Why don't'cha all rest up now? You'll need to walk back later."
Dawn smiled gratefully and followed the lady as she led them to one of the houses. She told her all about her son Tom, who was unmarried (what a surprise) and about how "he should settle down with a nice young gurl."
Jack had been led away by the man who had seemed to be Tom's father. Tom had followed them in the house.
The mom, whose name was Darci, told Dawn to take a seat and served her some food. Tom sat down next to her, really closely and extremely uncomfortably. Dawn inched away.
Darci served them some food. Dawn wrinkled her nose at it—it didn't seem entirely sanitary, but it was okay. She ate her food and wondered where Jack was.
Jack was having a very weird and hard time. The hillbillies seemed not to like him and had taken him round the field to "have a little chat" with him. Instead of talking, Tom's father and two other hillbillies started throwing punches at him, and Tom's father said:
"Well, we can't have you in the way if Tom's supposed to marry that Dawn of yours!"
A/N: lol, I know it sucks right now, but I'm still writin!! I have other fics to keep continuing too, and I BEG ya to keep reading my fics ya'll!! ^.~ Till the next chapter…!