Infuriating Creative Writing

The squishy mud and damp grass slushed under my hurried steps as I ran deeper into the thick rainforest. Looking back, I could no longer see my small traditional village, but a dense overgrown growth of green foliage. Dusk was coming; the twilight sky seemed darker than usual, which caused a feeling of unease throughout my body, shivers ran up and down my spine. Thoughts rapidly darted in and out of my mind about how Karta had pushed me too far! Why? Why are five year olds so annoying? Why was my little brother always frustratingly asking questions? Why did he always have to be so irritating, so infuriating? (Critical Curiosity) I needed to get away. I needed to get far away from him, from that place! I needed a break.
Suddenly I felt a sharp

Startled - I shooed it away. When I turned around to see where I was I was even more alarmed to see an enormous crocodile sunning himself on the bank not far from me, I froze. Amidst my sudden state of shock, I heard a noise and weirdly saw a jumping monkey making a fuss walking towards me. “Be calm and you’ll think calmly” the monkey spoke. The other animals looked, but didn’t say a word. I was speechless; I just stared with wide eyes. I curiously followed the animals from the river bank towards an opening in the trees. The animals halted, standing on top of a cliffs’ edge. “This is where you belong” declared the monkey, signalling towards the silhouettes below, a small and quiet village, my village. The monkey was right; we all knew this was where I belonged (Learning Relationships). We stumbled down the cliff, my foot still hurting as we walked towards the very place I had run from yesterday. It was quiet and I couldn’t hear the usual laughter of children. It was unusually quiet. Everyone was gone. The village was deserted. I began to feel lonely and isolated as my home seemed strange now, this was the place that usually made me feel so loved and comfortable and safe. This place had taken on a different, eerie atmosphere, it no longer gave me the same feeling of belonging (Strategic Awareness). “It isn’t too late, to go back,” stated the monkey. I walked towards the edge of the village and looked to see if I could see any movement or a sign that someone could be near. Nope, nobody was around and a single sound could not be heard. I looked in the direction of the monkey, crocodile and bower bird. They were staring at me with glassy eyes. I clenched my eyes shut tight, thinking that maybe I was still dreaming? As I closed my eyes, I stood in darkness, wishing that none of this had ever