Random Rough Draft #3
Hardly anything stirred as a freckled, red-haired girl wearing a plain black tank top and ripped denim jeans trudged through the forest. She carried a flashlight in her left hand, a swiss army knife in her front right pocket, and a school backpack full of assorted supplies on her back. All of these things she had taken from her house without her father’s knowledge. With luck, he would remain unaware of their absence for at least eight hours. Twelve, if he had been drinking right before he went to bed. Which meant it would take at least twelve hours. “Sam!” the girl called out, careful not to attract the attention of anything other than her friend, who had promised to meet her there with hardly any advanced notice. She hoped she hadn’t kept them waiting for too long. She knew how much the woods creeped them out. “Quiet down a little, will you, Heidi?” a voice replied from her right, their form obscured by shadow for a brief moment before they came out into the moonlight, wea...