Chahta
"We can't let this go any further" Taylor said, turning to Fallon and Cheveyo. "The chief doesn't have to know, and there's no real reason for him to know"
"He'll get us all killed!" Fallon replied quickly.
I nodded my head in agreement. Taylor was right, if the chief found out about this, he would no way be happy. The chief would be the least of my worries though, it would be my dad that I was afraid of. He hated me enough as it was.
As Fallon, Taylor and Cheveyo continued talking, my mind wondered. Crap, I sudden;y thought, I've left my fricking guitar in the woods. After all of the chaos, I'd completely forgotten about that. Without giving it another thought, I turned back to the guys.
"Hey, I left my guitar by the stream" I said.
"Only you are capable of that, Chahta." Fallon laughed.
"Ew, don't call me that." I mumbled, turning around and heading back towards the woods. "It's Charlie!" I called before stepping back into the forest.
I heard the other guys laugh behind me as I continued walking. I really hated it when people called me Chahta, it was so... so tribal. Shaking the thought out of my head, I pushed past a load of branches. The stream was only a ten minute walk away, it was on the enemy tribe's land, but I didn't really care. If I had it my way, there wouldn't even be enemy tribes. It was just a waste of time, fighting. There was another stream, but there always seemed to be people there, so I liked this one.
Smiling, I spotted my guitar on the edge of the stream. Just where I left it, I thought happily. I liked being in the woods, I felt like I could just be with myself. Away from the long haired clan back home. I had no idea how they could have their hair so long, it would seriously piss me off. Taylor had some sense though, he actually cut his hair. It made him look pretty hot, not that I would ever tell him that. If he knew that a guy liked him, he would freak.
