‘Thorn, don’t stay out too late.’ My momma told me as she tied my bright orange hair with a ribbon. She leaned over to kiss me. I giggled.
‘I’ll be fine, momma.’
And off I was, a happy twelve year old, clad in a bright, metallic green dress and golden sandals, basket in hand. I had exited my small home, which was on a hill and curved like a lopsided Easter egg, from the back.
I was going to go meet my best friend Thomas. His dad was a hunter, and he was going to take us out to the forest and show us how it was done. We’d hunt deer and boars, and anything else we could get our hands on.
I was bursting with anticipation, running as fast as my stubby little legs could take me. When I got to the house – which was almost identical to my own, Thomas was already waiting outside for me.
‘Hiya, Thorn.’ he said, smiling at me brightly. He was dressed in brown britches and an ivory tunic. Even though it hadn’t been that long since I’d seen him last – only a few weeks - his voice seemed deeper than I’d remembered. His hair was also longer, and it nearly came to eyes, where it curled over. He was carrying a knapsack filled with meat on his back.
His father, whom Thomas seemed to be a miniature of, came out with an axe in one hand and a rifle in the other.
‘You kids ready to do some hunting?’
‘We’ve been ready for a few weeks!’ I said.
‘Good. Then let’s go.’ He said as he led us past the gate, and into the forest. Giving me the gun and Thomas the axe, he began to give instructions. ‘Now, what I’ve discovered with animals is that capturing them works simply. Now Thomas, lay out one of those meat strips . . .’ He smiled as his son obeyed, then continued. ‘Now we just have to wait for an animal to be attracted to the meat. Once they’re in view, Thorn, shoot them with the rifle. We can use an axe if they don’t die.’
We had to wait for a few minutes for something to come. Finally, I heard a rustling. Without thinking or listening to my previous instructions, I shot. But it was only after that I realized I had heard the cry of a human.
everything seemed so perfect, this part is a brutal wake-up call 
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