Chicken Scratch

The Teenage Writing Site

Clara ran. She started, and didn’t stop until her chest was screaming for air and her legs couldn’t support her anymore. Her normally pale skin was flushed from exertion, and her long brown hair was tangled from the wind. She slumped against a tree, catching her breath. Wait…. A tree? She had run into the forest without noticing!

Clara looked down, and was surprised to see several cuts and scratches from branches that she’d brushed past along the len...