I held my breath, kept as still as possible. I was very, very tense. I noticed a bug crawling on a leaf by my left eye, and the triangular tear in the leaf by my nose, the main trunk of the bush pressing roughly against my back. Most of all, I noticed the smile on the girl's face, it bugged me.<span style="font-style: italic">just leave!</span>I thought,<span style="font-style: italic">walk away!</span>The bug crawled slowly onto my shoulder. On closer inspection, I noticed it was, in fact, a beetle. And a rather large one.<br/>Suddenly, there was a rustling in the leaves of the bush roughly three bushes down from me. I tensed. (If it were possible to tense any more) the girl's happy face turned instantly horrofied, and she began to back away, retreating back into the shadows calling "Hello?" and "Who's there?"<span style="font-style: italic">That's right, run,</span>part of me thought. The other part was almost as scared as her. The girl turned and ran.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">keep calm, Lucky, keep calm. It's probably just a rabbit, or a squirrel...right?</span>I kept telling myself that, but the second the girl left the clearing, I jumped up--knocking the beetle off-- and ran as fast as i could-- shockingly fast-- for town.<br/>As I walked through the streets, I slowed down and walked casually, pulling my bright red curls out of my face, and into a loose braid. I pulled an apple out of a small pack and walked along, eating and glancing around, to see I hadn't been followed.<br/>I was hit with a large thump, and I dropped the bright red fruit. As it rolled away, a female voice shouted "OUCH! Watch where you're going next time!"<span style="font-style: italic">Hey</span>I thought to myself<span style="font-style: italic">I know that voi...</span>before I even finished the thought, I was looking into the furious glare of that girl, an absolutely fuming face, framed with soft black hair.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh no! It's her!</span>