chapter 8

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" No, leave me alone, leave me alone!!"  I wake up with a start, thank god that was only a dream I think as I'm rubbing my eyes, I lose balance on the branch I'm on, I fall I don't hit the ground I hit something else...Matthew, I land on top of him. " what the?! Get off me!" He yells also waking up with a start. I get off him as fast I could and that's pretty fast. Note to self stop falling out of trees in the morning. " I'm going to get some fish," I say with a wave. 

" fish again," he says with a groan, I turn around I give him you wanna go look.

" Never mind fish sounds good" I turn around and walk away to get breakfast. I catch two small trout, when I'm coming back I see Matthew against a tree, I must be mistaken but is he sleeping and he just woke up. I wait until the fish is done than I eat my fish when I'm done  I walk over to Matthew, his eyes don't open but he's breathing so he is sleeping. How can he sleep right now?! " Matthew wake up I made breakfast" I say " Matthew! " I yell" okay that does it no more miss nice girl" annoyance clearly in my voice. I pull my left arm back and punch him right in the face. " Matthew wake the hell up breakfast is ready!!" My anger flaring. He starts to wake up I stand up fast.

" Hay," he says sleepily. 

" breakfast is ready get up, " I say hands on my hips.

" Give me a minute to wake up," he says yawning/ stretching. I turn around and start walking away. 

" Aren't you going to eat?" He calls after me. 

" I already did, I'm going to gather my stuff up to take back with us," I say while still walking. While I'm putting my stuff back in my bag I'm thinking what will happen when we get back. Will he just ignore me, or will I not have anyone else to talk to and push everyone away like I always do? I unwrap my hand to see its healed already and put the cloth in my bag, I stand up to drench the fire, than I turn towards Matthew and ask " ready to go?" He looks up at me nods his head 'yes', he stands up and we start walking back to camp.

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