Crunch.  Every time my foot  hit the grass, a leaf smashed beneath.  Step, crunch.  I was in a garden of trees.  OR SKELETONS.  The wind blew my hair into my mouth.  I closed my eyes as the rough breeze  smacked me.  Marie-May was supposed to be here, in the forbidden forest, as she promised me sincerely.   What if Marie May didn’t show up as she promised?  What if she lied?  What if I never return? What if I die?  Just the thought of Marie-May, my best friend, not showing up scared me. But then, a figure appeared.  It was Marie-May!!!

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