Sixty-Eight: Run!

CHRISTINA.

The moon was out in the skies and the wind was in the trees.

We’d walked all the way to the forest in search of Veronica, splitting into many groups of twos and threes. Unsurprisingly, I was Sebastien, trailing behind as he yelled out her name with a torchlight strapped to his head.

“Veronica!”

Even from a distance, you could hear almost everyone else call her name. My head kept swinging back and forth over my shoulders and my heart was a little bit uneasy. Deep, callous breathes escaped my lips and soon Sebastien strayed so far that he was difficult to catch up with.

I stopped for a second, letting my arms fall to my knees to take a break. An exhale came heavy out of my lips and the next time I looked up, I was far from everyone else.

“Shit” Realizing I had to catch up, I cussed.

The next minute, I picked up my pace into a run, emerging through the trees in search of Sebastien instead when suddenly, my feet got caught in a branch entwined to the earth, bringing me harshl