Avaa ran through the woods as fast as she could. It was the middle of the night and the inky black night was caught in the trees' branches. She triped over a root and slid down the slope. Ignoring the serring pain in her shoulder she got up and ran toward the edge of the forest. She heard the whoosh of a serrated blade looking for her flesh, trying to break into her skin. She ran faster when she saw the clear night sky, not covered by branches.
As she broke free of the forest's tangled grasp she looked for a place to hide. When she thought all hope was lost she saw a house, it looked run down but it was the only thing that could hide her; beside a few rocks. She duked behind the first rock big enough to hide behind.
"Hey, were'd she go?" a high piched voice asked.
"She couldn't have gone far," a cold voice answered.
"You're right we should check the forest," the high voice said.
She heard their footsteps run back towards the black forest. Letting out a sigh of relief she got up and looked at the trees and whispered, " I've been the best at hide and seek since I was eight do you think you can find me?" She turned and ran to the house thinking how much different her life would be now.
When she got to the house she curled up in the closest corner, unware of the other two occupents that were also sleeping soundly.
