the lead. even after getting lost, we still for some reason considered him the leader. maybe it was just because he was the oldest.
my dress was soaked and my skin cold with the wind whipping through the trees. my dark hair was drenched and tangled. i was wearing sandals, unfortunately, making it hard to run. mud stuck to the bottom of my soles and i nearly lost a sandal in a puddle. i wanted to cry. it was miserable and i had no idea how close we were to the town. for all we knew, we could have been moving further into the forest.
that’s when we found it, a little 