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| Kyle Landon | Mar 27 2008, 10:39 PM |
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Kyle rubbed his eyes. It was three in the morning and what was he doing? Sneaking out into the woods. There's sure to be punishment for him from Madame Minturn. Minturn was his fourth one this year. Fourth nanny and it was only mid-March. The punishment would probably be no dinner meals...no telescope to look at the stars with...completely locked in his room, for it is the fifth time he's escaped from home since last year. It'll be OK. He'd probably sleep the whole day anyway. He'd only gotten four hours of sleep. At the edge of the woods, and the end of their backyard, he stood, a pack of food and extra clothing attached to his back. The trees rustled, greeting him good morning. He yawned his last for the day and took a deep breath. "Good morning Nature. How's the day going?" he mumbled then started jogging on the unseen, much Kyle-ridden path in the woods, patting his favorite trees as he passed them. Hours later, six, in fact, Kyle was sitting thirty feet up on an appendage of the largest tree in the woods, eating a granola bar he had brought along. It was an oak he leaned against that had a radius of twelve feet. Finishing his tart, he swallowed some water from bottle next to him and squeezed it into his pack, then stood up, examining his surroundings. The trees and the tree on which he was standing were so close together; one could lean on a tree and just extend an arm to touch the next. High above, branches were much intertwined with the next that trees looked as if they were hugging. Kyle sniffed and rubbed his nose. It smelled strongly of wet greenery and mud. He carefully jumped to the next branch and the next and the next until he was on the other side of the tree. There, he rediscovered a metal seat safely attached to the branch and a small, hollow, metal table in front of that. He smiled and priggishly sat in the metal chair. "Home at last," he mumbled. He swung his pack on the table and from it, took out several sheets of steel. Today, he would attempt a strong metal and wood ladder. He raised his hand and several branches came without hesitation. He made himself comfortable and started on the ladder, shaping the metals around the wood, smiling happily. It will be many more hours 'til his family finds him. In the woods, hardly anyone comes so far in. No one would see him here to report his powers, and call him a witch and whatnot. |
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| Escape again · The Woods | |
4:20 AM Nov 26
