♥My Very 1st Tag | ~Filofax:Forever~ | ~Evil Slythie~ | Chris' Caretaker♥ XXI. Fearful (83)
The sixteen year old Bok girl walked briskly up her family's pathway that led through the forest and up to the front door.
Frida cast a fearful look over her shoulder and sped up into a jog. 'I hate the dark.' She thought and gained even more speed, finally able to see the lights of the house.
She could hear snapping branches behind her, which was enough to spook Frida to break into a sprint. 'Just a bird.' Frida told herself as she ran up the cobblestones and then collided with the front door, wrenching it open.
Safe at last.
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