As I clambered onto boat number seven, I pulled my blanket over me and reached for some food. When we were settled, mother began telling one of her enchanting stories to distract us and we listened intently. Later that night, I tossed and turned thinking about the flood which had savaged our home and swept us into these haunting woods. Each day, I, being the eldest of five, foraged for mushrooms and berries that nestled beneath bushes. This had been our food for days. I turned over, attempting to sleep. Would we ever return to the home we loved so dearly?
Claudia 6F
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