Roscoe's Enchanted Forest A fictional story by Finnick Edited by Astrid ========================================= Roscoe's rickety van skittered towards the driveway of an old house. A slender, tall man with black hair stepped out of the car and looked proudly at the house in front of him. "Roscoe, Mifu! Come look at our new house." A small, brunette girl peered out from the corner of the van. "Is this really our new house?" she squeaked. "Yes, Mifu. Where is Roscoe?" "Right here, Dad." A tall teenaged girl slipped out from the back doors of the van. She wore a light blue polo shirt and pink overalls. Her yellow mary jane shoes made puffs in the dirt as she walked towards the house with dismay." "It's very... vintage, Dad." she smiled. "I know!", he grinned. "Look at this huge backyard! Your friend Jocho would enjoy this." Mifu rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. "Jocho is boring! I wanna go play!" Roscoe's dad chuckled, "Alright, Roscoe, would you take Mifu to go play?" Roscoe nodded, and Mifu grabbed her hand and led her towards the trees at the end of the backyard. "I wanna go in there!" Mifu smiled, pointing to the deep woods. Roscoe crossed her arms and looked away. "Mifu Sasaina Yueru, there is no way you are getting me to go into those creepy woods." Mifu grinned mischievously and stuck her hands in her pockets. "Okay, Roscoe...", she smiled. Suddenly, Mifu's tiny hand darted into Roscoe's pocket and snatched a chocolate bar. She giggled and ran off into the woods. "Mifu!" Roscoe shouted, dashing in after her, "You are gonna be in such big trouble when I get through with you!" The trees grew thinner, and shafts of late sunlight spilled onto the path. Roscoe bumped her arm on a wooden sign. "What the...?!" Roscoe leaned closer to make out the Japanese characters that were sloppily painted on the sign. "Mifu, come look at this! It's called 'Strawberry Snow Woods'!" The creak of metal chains and wooden planks cut through the thick blanket of silence covering the forest. Roscoe hurridly ran towards the sound. Mifu was sitting on a wooden swing. The ropes looked ancient, but they held firm as Mifu sat. "Push me! Push me!" she shouted. Roscoe sighed and began to push the swing forwards and backwards. The rhythmic motion of it almost put her to sleep. Mifu was soaring higher and higher into the forest treetops when the swing hit Roscoe in the stomach. "Ow!" she muttered, then looked at the swing to reprimand Mifu. But she wasn't there, and the swing was empty. ========================================= hope you enjoyed
