Above the lofty, stretched out trees, there was one
different tree out of all of them. Mysteriously, it had an old, rusty bike
stuck in the middle of it. There must have been an accident lately. All of the
trees faced its way like they were making fun of it.
Last night, screams were heard coming from inside of
the deadly forest. I told my friends and they told me, but only one of them did
not answer. “Hello? Is anybody there?” There was no reply. Someone answered and
the phone just stayed silent. Was my friend in that disaster?
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