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I sharply turned my gaze in the direction of the groaning, I swallowed nervously wondering what it could be coming from.
�Come on Emma, don�t be nervous, it�s probably just an animal or something;� I told myself. After a couple of minutes arguing with myself whether I should check out what the noise was, I plucked enough courage for me to make my way over to the woods. My legs were trembling with fear as I turned over a few branches and dodged a few prickly hedges, plunging myself deeper into the darkened land of trees. �Sh*t� I called out in pain, as I tripped over a log and into a slippery puddle of mud. I must have knocked myself out on the way down to the ground because all I can remember next is opening my eyes; whilst feeling dizzy at the same time. I looked down at my new jeans to see that they had been ripped at the knees and were very filthy �Sh*t!� I said again to myself, �How am I gonna explain this when I get home� As I pulled myself up slowly using a branch sticking out from a tree I screamed in shock at the sight ahead of me. There, lying on the ground was a boy of around 17, covered in cuts and bruises, whimpering quietly in pain to himself. His eyes slowly turned to meet mine as he heard me scream. That�s when I realised it was the boy who had got beaten up from the crowd. |