Typifox
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As we drove, my ears grew more and more popped and soon It hurt me but as soon as we got out of the car, I was instantly filled with relif.
I hopped down from my family’s car and went to the edge of the parking lot. The trees shaded us but my mom still brought sunscreen and my brother was still complaining about being here and not staying home with his friends.
My brother, Ray, is always so very annoying and never stops bugging us. My name is Amico. I am 12 years old and my brother is 15.
Today we went to a hiking center and everyone but Ray agreed to come. I love nature. I love the prospect of beinfg outside and listening to the birds sing all day long. My father says I look at everything. My brother says I take forever, and that’s the one thing I agree on with him.
“Amico, here’s the trail!” I look up and see my mother yelling at me from the left edge and I run over, making it look like life is a cartoon with my arms out and then I run into a tree trunk.
“Amico!” My brother, Ray is two feet behind me laughing his head off like a clown while I smack all the ants off my face.
So now you get it, I am the loser of my family the one who never tells a joke right, the one who is stupid.
We finally leave to our trail and I stop at everything, The thing I love the most here though are the flowers. I love daisies. They can be all different colors.
“Wow!” I say looking at some other flowers. But as I look at them I see rustling, “It’s a rabbit!” I whisper and slowly walk into the patch of flowers. I follow the bunny and then remember I have to stick with my family. So I run back out of the flowers and scare the bunny away.
I arrive back on the trail but my family isn’t there. I don’t worry. They are walking before me, I tell myself, so I run up but they aren’t there.
“Ray! Mum! Dad!” I call but no one answers then I hear someone coming. I hear the crunching of the dirt but I’m way to shy to ask anyone so I hide behind a tree as they walk by. I wait for them to have their back turned then I come out and I catch a glimpse of them. They are wearing taterted clothes and shoes.
“Okay, I thought they had to pay admission. They look poor.” I tell myself but then I think, “Maybe they are nice.” So I run and by now I’m tired so my breath is heavy when I finally catch up to them.
“Excuse me!” I call a few feet behind them and I instantly regret it. Thr veins in their eyes are like a maze their face is pale arms down and we can see the veins throbbing in them.
I never believed in zombies, even after my tom-boy phase when I watched horror movies about zombies. I stumbled backwards and started to sleep but then someone pulled me off the trail. I didn’t have time to see them but I felt safe.
The person or zombie dragged me until i couldn’t see any trail in any direction. Then he pushed me up and looked right at me.
“Are you crazy?” I looked at him. He had blue eyes, jeans and a long sleeved shirt on. He held a sword in one hand and my hand in the other. He helped me get up and Ifelt happier to know another human was here.
“Where am I and who are you?” I asked.
“You’re in the underworld. Those daisies. How did you come?”
“I was chasing a rabbit in a patch of flowers.” I said.
“Tell me you didn’t. Your an intruder.”
“What?” I was confused now.
“I was accused of a crime that I did do but it wasn’t a harmful crime. I died in prison.” His eyes shifted up the the trees, “I came here and I met other criminals but they all wanted to keep fighting, being bad people. I didn’t I left them and went to the other side of the underworld, where they keep the souls who are the worst monsters. They turned so bad. They couldn’t control themselves. I hide in these woods. Some say the demons haunt flower patches here and I knew it was true.”
I stared at him. Was I really in the underworld?
I hopped down from my family’s car and went to the edge of the parking lot. The trees shaded us but my mom still brought sunscreen and my brother was still complaining about being here and not staying home with his friends.
My brother, Ray, is always so very annoying and never stops bugging us. My name is Amico. I am 12 years old and my brother is 15.
Today we went to a hiking center and everyone but Ray agreed to come. I love nature. I love the prospect of beinfg outside and listening to the birds sing all day long. My father says I look at everything. My brother says I take forever, and that’s the one thing I agree on with him.
“Amico, here’s the trail!” I look up and see my mother yelling at me from the left edge and I run over, making it look like life is a cartoon with my arms out and then I run into a tree trunk.
“Amico!” My brother, Ray is two feet behind me laughing his head off like a clown while I smack all the ants off my face.
So now you get it, I am the loser of my family the one who never tells a joke right, the one who is stupid.
We finally leave to our trail and I stop at everything, The thing I love the most here though are the flowers. I love daisies. They can be all different colors.
“Wow!” I say looking at some other flowers. But as I look at them I see rustling, “It’s a rabbit!” I whisper and slowly walk into the patch of flowers. I follow the bunny and then remember I have to stick with my family. So I run back out of the flowers and scare the bunny away.
I arrive back on the trail but my family isn’t there. I don’t worry. They are walking before me, I tell myself, so I run up but they aren’t there.
“Ray! Mum! Dad!” I call but no one answers then I hear someone coming. I hear the crunching of the dirt but I’m way to shy to ask anyone so I hide behind a tree as they walk by. I wait for them to have their back turned then I come out and I catch a glimpse of them. They are wearing taterted clothes and shoes.
“Okay, I thought they had to pay admission. They look poor.” I tell myself but then I think, “Maybe they are nice.” So I run and by now I’m tired so my breath is heavy when I finally catch up to them.
“Excuse me!” I call a few feet behind them and I instantly regret it. Thr veins in their eyes are like a maze their face is pale arms down and we can see the veins throbbing in them.
I never believed in zombies, even after my tom-boy phase when I watched horror movies about zombies. I stumbled backwards and started to sleep but then someone pulled me off the trail. I didn’t have time to see them but I felt safe.
The person or zombie dragged me until i couldn’t see any trail in any direction. Then he pushed me up and looked right at me.
“Are you crazy?” I looked at him. He had blue eyes, jeans and a long sleeved shirt on. He held a sword in one hand and my hand in the other. He helped me get up and Ifelt happier to know another human was here.
“Where am I and who are you?” I asked.
“You’re in the underworld. Those daisies. How did you come?”
“I was chasing a rabbit in a patch of flowers.” I said.
“Tell me you didn’t. Your an intruder.”
“What?” I was confused now.
“I was accused of a crime that I did do but it wasn’t a harmful crime. I died in prison.” His eyes shifted up the the trees, “I came here and I met other criminals but they all wanted to keep fighting, being bad people. I didn’t I left them and went to the other side of the underworld, where they keep the souls who are the worst monsters. They turned so bad. They couldn’t control themselves. I hide in these woods. Some say the demons haunt flower patches here and I knew it was true.”
I stared at him. Was I really in the underworld?
