Creative Writing: Playing In The Woods

Karen and I would always go play in the wood. It was hurricane season and a big hurricane came by and knocked all the trees down. Being kids we had a big imagination and the trees that fell were out houses, cars, and shopping centers. All the kids in the neighborhood would come by and play as well. We would travel two miles a day just to get to the secret location of the fallen trees. Karen and I were best friends and did everything tighter. We would walk to school, skip school, and even go shopping with each other’s parent. We were so close that people thought we were in a relationship. Playing in the woods was something that we liked to do. It was a way to let our imagination run wild and be free. Karen always thought she was on the runway,

Down like a helpless victim, I hit the ground. I didn’t know what happened, I was nervous, scared, and upset that I couldn’t defend myself against the bullies. As I looked up all I can see was my best friend defend me the best way she knew how. She was kicking and screaming for help but everyone just ignored. As I lay there all the “shoulda, coulda, woulda,” came into my mind. If only we had decided to go home the right way instead of going through the alley. My mind was racing, Karen called the police. Finally, she said. It took you long enough. I arrived at the hospital and they took an x-ray of my face. My lower jaw was broken. I didn’t know how I was going to tell my mom and dad. I was a victim of bullying and it went way too far. Karen was my hero, she was there for me the entire time and never left my side. Karen fought for me, got help, and gave me a shoulder to cry on. I felt hopeless if only I took those karate classes mom told me to go to. Karen didn’t get hurt just a bruised knee from when they push her
It only takes one person to be a hero. Karen as my friend helps me as a friend should. But nobody should be a victim of bullying. It all started playing in the wood and ended up in the hospital. I called my mom and she was so upset. My mother was mad that I went through the alley in the first place. As I laid in the uncomfortable cold hospital bed, my mind just rambled think of why they picked me in the first place. As I began to drift off into a deep sleep Karen says, “They Caught Them.” My mind was at rest that the bullies had learned their