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\u201cWhere are we going Lala?\u201d Catherine gripped her hand, as she was led into the forest tree line. It was a sunny day, but as soon as they stepped beneath the trees, the air felt colder, and dampness of the wet spring was more apparent. Her little white shoes were now dirty with mud, and she struggled to keep her wobbly pace up with her older cousin.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to show you something, Catherine.\u201d\u00a0 Launa pulled her through the barely beaten path that she herself had made.\u00a0 No one goes into these woods, except for her. And it would remain that way.<\/p>\n
\u201cLala I\u2019m cold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust wait, Catherine, you\u2019re fine.\u201d She said coldly. They had been walking for about fifteen minutes before she suddenly veered off the path, dragging her three-year-old cousin behind her. The dead branches on the ground snagged at her legs, and she could feel her resistance as she tried to slip her small hand out of her grip. So she pulled harder, and quickened her pace. She could see the sun starting to get lower, and knew there was only about two hours left of sunlight. Finally, they made it. There was a small brook, and she brought Catherine over to it, and knelt down.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee Catherine, isn\u2019t this neat? It\u2019s like a little river. Lots of animals come her to drink water. Maybe we will see one.\u201d Catherine peered into the brook with curiosity, and looked around the forest in hopes that a majestic animal was on its way over.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre there fishes in here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so. If you look hard enough I bet you\u2019ll see one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeara loves fishes.\u201d Catherine looked in to Lana\u2019s eyes, as if hoping to see something happen. But Launa just stared back, cold and distant, like a stranger.<\/p>\n
\u201cCatherine, want to make a dam? So we can catch some of the fishes?\u201d\u00a0 Catherine perked up with excitement.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah!! How do we do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c Go down that way, and collect as many sticks as you can. Don\u2019t come back until you have a bunch.\u201d Her cousin excitedly scurried down the brook to some nearby trees, and started grabbing sticks as if she was being timed. Launa stood up, smiled, and silently headed back to the beaten trail, leaving Catherine and the forest behind.<\/p>\n
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It was about an hour and a half later when her Aunt came bursting through her door. She had her headphones on and was reading from her Cosmo magazine.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeara, where is Catherine? I can\u2019t find her anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUm, I have no idea. \u00a0I\u2019ve been in my room all day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me she was coming upstairs to play with you, I thought she was with you this whole time. Oh my gosh.\u201d She quickly turned out of the room and Keara could hear her footsteps run down the stairs, as she started desperately calling out Catherine\u2019s name. Panic started to take over Keara. She hoped Catherine was just hiding somewhere, trying to play a trick or play with her imaginary friend she seems to always be talking about. But part of her told her something was wrong, and that for certain, Catherine was in trouble.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Story Scene \u201cWhere are we going Lala?\u201d Catherine gripped her hand, as she was led into the forest tree line. It was a sunny day, but as soon as they stepped beneath the trees, the air felt colder, and dampness of the wet spring was more apparent. Her little white shoes were now dirty … Continue reading Gutowski_Story Scene<\/span>