Written By: Fern Louisa
March 30, 2015
My hearts beating fast. Sweat is dripping down my face. Where am I? No. The real question is who am I? I need to find a way out. I start walking and notice something very wrong. I cant hear. I pick up a rock from the ground and throw it at a tree. Nothing.
Its supposed to be like a mystery. You make your own ending.