I kept running even when I stumbled and the branches of trees scratched my skin. I could hear them behind me, all of them. I wondered if it was better to find a place and hide, but I didn't have enough time to do that. What was the point of running anyway, it's not like I could go back to the bus anytime soon, eventually the devil would find me and drag me to that godawful school again.
" s**t " I cursed when my foot hit a rock and I fell forward, I landed heavily on my hands, my palms were stinging, something sharp had cut me. I quickly shuffled to my feet and went to hide behind a tree. I was breathing heavily when I heard them pass by me. They must still think I was running, none of them even stopped to check. Idiots, all of them.
I didn't know how long I sat there feeling sorry fo
