After a while, I slowed my pace to a light jog as I pressed deeper into the woods, stumbling over the thick tree roots. Soon, I was panting and had to stop running, as I regained my breath, I looked around; I had gone into the dark depth of the woods and had no idea what I was supposed to do, I kind of took off without knowing what I had to do…
I sighed loudly, and sat down on a tree root, “A week, huh?” I mumbled to myself, “How am I going to do this…?”
In the sky, I saw the blazing sun begin to lower- night was approaching fast and I needed somewhere to sleep without fear of bugs or anything else in the forest.
I went to work for the next ten minutes, trying to create some sort of tent-like thing to keep me safe for the night. I leaned back and stretched while examining my work- I had used the long, overhanging branches from the tree I was at to cover the pile of leaves I was going to use as a bed, and it was all tucked neatly into the crook of the tree, this’ll have to do for now, I’ll do better tomorrow…
As I laid on the pile of leaves, I looked up at the blank night sky and thought to myself, what have I gotten myself into? I’m going to do something dangerous, who knows if I’m even going to make it through this week!
I rolled over onto my side, trying to ignore the churning, foreboding feeling in my stomach so I could get some sleep. Little did I know, that feeling was right.
A very short chapter of The Ringmaster today, but I hope you enjoy! And, as always, feedback and criticism is appreciated! Thanks!
Read on: Chapter Twenty
I Am A Writing Monkey 