Amber Reynolds woke with a start. She was disorientated, in pain, and filled with a sense of fear.
She sat up quickly, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Stars swam before her eyes, and she felt as though she was going to pass out again. Slowly, the dizziness passed, and the pain, which had two distinct sources, her head and her right ankle, faded to a more manageable level. As it did, she became aware of her surroundings, and with that awareness came the memory of what had happened, and how she had ended up on the ground in the middle of the woods.
Fearfully, Amber looked all around her, searching the woods surrounding her at the bottom of the slope she had fallen down for some sign of Coach Irish. She saw nothing, which eased her fears somewhat, yet she couldn’t entirely shake the feel
