by florence

As I treked through the endless overgrown forest, the silence was deadly, imaginary spiders crept up my back, my blood ran cold.The forest seemed as alive as a vicious jaguar,hunting for his pray. On I walked. I hated it. I felt as if it was a punishment for being that horrid, spoilt girl. No! But I had learnt my lesson now, I was sick of this. I lent back, not caring anymore. I opened my eyes. No longer was I stranded in stinging nettles, running from rodents,but lying in my very own warm bed, home at last.