"You're fine." He told me as he stepped out of the truck. "Um..." My hands still refused to budge. "Uh, sure. Fine. Yeah." Billy began stepping over moss and branches, slowly slipping deeper into the forrest. "Come on, Ginny." He called, not looking back. I winced. Again with that nickname! "One... minute." I sat there a while longer, still shaking. "Just... a minute." After what felt like, and, in fact, probably was a lot longer than the one minute I had requested, I stepped out and walked over to Billy. "Where are we?" I looked around. "Pennsylvainia forrest." He replied. "The 8th natural wonder of the world." It wasn't hard to understand what he meant. The place was entirely stunning. Bright green leaves and moss were covered with dew drops, and shiny blue bettles. Sunrays shot their way through the foliage, highlighting yellowed paths makeing the place look like something out of a fairytail. "Well?" Billy asked, startling me. "Well what?" I squeaked. "What do you think?" He laughed. "I think..." I paused. What did I think? [More Writing coming soooon!]
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