They always say to never go into the mountains. A deadly pack of wolves lives there. Nobody who goes there ever returns. As my feet thud against the ground I pray that it's true. Every muscle in my body screams in protest, but i keep running, my bag slung over my shoulder. I struggle to catch my breath as the wind takes it out of me, but I only run faster. So, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Luna,fifteen years old and currently running from...well,I never figured that out. Back to my *older* self. After I was sure that I was close enough to the mountain that nobody would come looking for me I started to settle down. By settle down,I mean take the tent and sleeping bag out of my large bag,and set the tent up. I unzipped the tent,brought my sleeping bag in,and fell asleep instantly. Unluckily,that was only the start of a long,hard journey.
95% original book idea,the first chapter is SUPER short,sorry Last:...u stoobid ain't u Next: n/y
