IV. POKE.

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Chapter 4 : POKE.

Least to say, mom wasn't ecstatic on seeing Nate's black eye, but she got over it once she got to know the reason behind the change in color of her son's eye.

I went to my room and closed the door. Keeping my bag on the desk, I changed my clothes, wearing doraemon pajamas.

Don't judge me peeps.......

THEY ARE CUTE! OKAY?

Like, who doesn't watch doraemon, it's the awesomest cartoon of the century!

I flopped on top of my bed debating on what should I do today.

Hmm... What should I do now...

Let's see..

Homework?
Nahhhh..

Going to take a walk in the neighborhood?
Yeah...

"Mom! I am going to take a walk outside!" I grabbed my sweater and quickly pulled it over my head.

It was cold today.

"Ok darling, be back before dinner, your father is making something special!"

"Yes mom, will be here before dinner!"

I saluted to my mom who was still looking at Nate who was sitting with a ice pack on his eye.

My mom would glance at him, remeber the reason why he got punched, and then she would again burst out in fit of giggles.

I snickered with her while wearing my shoes, earning a glare from my brother.

Closing the door of the house, I breathed in the fresh air of outside. It really was different from the life of L.A.

I looked at my surroundings. Dense forest surrounded the whole town. The forest seemed so lively, the sound of chirping birds was so pleasant.

Though it's not as pleasant in the morning when I have to wake up early in the morning.

I should take a walk in the woods.

You know, be adventurous and all that.

Mom always says me to become adventurous.

I mean, I won't get lost right? It would be just like eating a piece of cake.

After 5 minutes....

~YO PEOPLE LONG TIME NO SEE! TAKE TWO!~

I am lost.

Completely and utterly lost.

I am gonna cry.

And I think I am seeing this same tree for the fourth time.

All trees look the same, you nincompoop.

Oh! Finally you graced me with your presence you fool inner voice. And whom are you calling nincompoop?

I was cut off my conversation with my stupid inner voice by a loud, thundering growl, which echoed in the whole forest.

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