*18. Whomping Willow*
*Dedicated to Shelby!*
This was the fifth time Emily had been over to this side of the school and she was still getting lost.
She sighed wondering if her luck could get any worse when it started to rain. Perfect.
She started to run towards a large tree near by to take shelter when she felt someone grab her shoulder.
“You don’t want to go under there. That’s the Whomping Willow.” She looked from the girl to the tree, watching it flail its branches about. Close call really.
“Thanks.” She smiled at the girl.
“I’m Emily.” “Cove” They shook hands, and were friends ever since.