The fog comes rolling in,covering everything in its path. The sky grows dark. The wolves begin to howl. A shiver creeps up your spine, as you sit on the cold, damp ground,lost and alone. How did a girl of 12 get lost in a forest, she knows so well. You strain to hear the faintest sound, but all seems quiet now. You slowly rise to your feet, thinking franticly *what do I do next?* but nothing comes to mind.So you begin to walk, in hopes of finding help and not bears and wolves. Your torn and wet grown offers you no warmth from the cold fall air.; Walking for what seems like hours, you find nothing of comfort or ease.
