Wild-Cherry
Make me want it.
{ Kk, this may be odd, but. oh well 😛 Ill try my best. }
Cheyyene bolted across the street in front of an angrilly blaring taxi cab. Her home was 14 blocks away , sitting quaint little 13th street.
She grinned.
Ok, maybe not quiant. But the street was relatively quiet compared to some of her friends houses. She arrived on this street minutes later, and dashed up the stairs. After flinging her bag onto her bed, she made a bee line for the kitchen, threw the refrigerator door open, and grabbed a pineapple soda.
She stood with the fridge door open, gulping the carbonated drink quickly down. It was relieving, consider summer was in full swing, and incredibly hot. A sudden beeping called her attention, and she peered out from behind the cold door.
An Email.
Cheyenne pushed the door closed and walked over to the computer, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She narrowed her eyes curiously as she noted the mail was still loading. It was odd that it took so long.
" Must be a large file. "
As she baced away the image came to view a little better. As it pixelized she could make out a few words.
" Bear...mountain...woods? "
She recited. Huh. She hadn't been there in forever.
Wonder what that means...am i supposed to go? Maybe its just Cara. She always has those random little parties and camp outs....should i go now?
A sudden beep startled and confirmed these thoughts.
Oh well. Her mom, who she lived with, was on vacation the whole summer, and she had nothing better to do. Sighing she vhanged and locked up, then headed out. When she reached Penn station she payed for an AMtrack ticket, and finally borded. After an hour ride, she arrived.
There was a designated entrance to the woods, with a long winding path. This she followed for a while, but saw nothing. She was about to head back when her phone buzzed. A text. She read it, her eyes widening slightly.
" Don't turn around? "
A horrible fear enveloped her, and as she whipped her head around two sillohuettes startled her. One about hwer size, the other that of a smaller, odd creature. She couldn't make it out... No time. Just run.
Unconciously her body forced itself forward, heart pounding, bretahs short. She could tell they were closing in, and, on an instinctive movement she jumped behind a large blouder protruding from the ground. She squatted behind it, and sighed, relieved as they passed. When she leaned against it, however, she felt her body being swallowed, consumed by the ground.
She hit with a hard thud, her eyes squinted tightly.
Where am I?!