Dionne
“Okay, Dionne, time to get out of here.” I muttered under my breath as I stood up, brushing the dirt off my clothes.
My legs felt like jelly, and my hands still aching from where the rope had cut into my skin earlier. Ignoring the sting, I took off running again, moving through a maze of trees and bushes, every route looking like one I had already tried before.
“Come on, Dionne, think! You’re running out of time,” I scolded myself as the sky above got darker gradually.
The woods seemed endless, like a bad dream where no matter how far you ran, you ended up right where you started. I was pretty sure I’d been here before. My frustration bubbled up, and I finally stopped in my tracks, letting out a loud, tired groan. “Fine! Fine! I’ve been here before!” I shouted, throwing my ha
