Would it matter? by Jackie Curlett (icecream ebook reader txt) 📕

the kind where you were to shy to make friends,She'd say the wrong stuff and get picked on. But now,Shes as popurlar as a 11 year old can be. I guess it wasent really anxiey,But you know. I made about 5 sandwitches,And I brought a bag of chips. I also brought 5 water bottles. And I brought a whole bunch of other little snacks. I put them in my little book bag. I get my bag that I useally carry anything I catch in it and put my bow and arrows in there. I put my hair up,Get in some Timberland boots and some black tight yoga jeans and a black jacket over my tank top. On my way to the woods I stop by Pennys usual hangout area. This time she just had 1 friend with her.
"Yo Penny !" I yell to her.
"BAYLEE!!!" She yells happily coming to give me a hug. She nods her head as if she knew excatly what I was gonna ask. She wanted to come in the woods with me. Her friend walked over to us.
"Uhm Sally,You can go home if you want,Me and my big sister are going in the woods" I'm not her big sister,But I'm like it.
"What?! No your not you know those deer out there are wild" Saids her little friend.
"You can't tell me what to do! Lets go Baylee!"
"Okay then im telling your mom!" Sally saids in a teasing vocie.
"Just go Penny,We'll do it some other day..." I say and give her a hug. I go off into the woods. Peace and quiet at last. Oh how I love the woods. I see a small deer walking nearby,My reaction is to load my bow and aim. I let go of the arrow and it hits the small little dear. I walk over to it,To examine it. I whisper to it 'Im sorry,I pretended you were my aunt.' I climb up high into a tree,And begin to nom on a sandwitch and some chips. Yum . I take a gulp of water and hang my bookbag from there,And my bag where the little dead dear is. After about 3 hours in the woods,I deicde its time for anthor snack,While climbing up to get my bag I feel antlers pound into my side. "Errrg!!" My cracked vocie yells. The antlered creature just keeps going at me though .

After about 30minutes of being attacked the dear leaves. I struggle to grab my bow and my leath of arrows and I limp away,Knowing my pants are soaked with blood and my hair bust be to, I take the back way. Its shorter also. I force myself to keep walking home,Dusk is falling,And I know nobody will be home when I get there,Because there probalby out looking for me,And I was right. When I got there I was home alone. I qucikly rush to the shower,Washing the diry and blood out of my hair. I wash the large wound on my side and knee to. I think to back when I was so angry that Pennys friend for not letting her come,But now,Im thankful. I don't spend much time in the shower,The hot water hurts to much. I just spend enough time to wash out my wounds and my hair. Knowing that they should be back anytime because Cheryl has a bedtime of 8,And its 7:15 now I hurry to brush my hair,Even thou it hurts my head. And slide on some Peejays . I put everything back to normal as it would be,And lie down. I have to admit my wounds feel better,But not my raging headache. I look in the mirror,I looked normal,Prolly cause I had my clothes covering my bloody and proably infected wounds. As im almost drifted to sleep,I remeber I was suppose to call David. I don't care right now though. I just care about sleep. I feel like crap. And im dreading for when Whitney comes home..
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Publication Date: 08-21-2012

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