My Tree By the Meadow

A fifteen-year-old, Catherine Hunt, is a timid, young girl whos parents... well, died, when she was thirteen. All she has as a reminder is her parents' dog. He is a seven-year-old husky, Claw, that is her "protector". She is never excepted as normal into her society, and she is always alone... until one day... it all changed.


4. Rushing and Brushing

He turned away and i rushed past the crowds to the desk to grab a number that tells us where our room is. 62. Were there really over 62 teens there? Yes, probably more like 162! That dining hall was packed, to the point that you could hardly move unless you were to shove and push others out of your way, which i did. And to be perfectly honest, it seemed as if everyone there was fit and in a sport, or had some special ability that they made obvious to everyone else. I looked down at the card again and at the top, it said " The TWATOST Camp" and then i read the bottom. It said "TWATOST: teens with athletic training or special talents". wow, really? i thought. my is trying to make me look ridiculous. i tried to blend in and rush to my room to reach the fountian as soon as possible. I didnt know why i felt that i needed to so quickly, i just did, and i decided i wasn't going to question it. I finally reached my room and as i unlocked the door, the boy i had just met came out of the room next to me. My heart skipped a beat. I was done rushing. I opened the door quickly and tossed my belongings on the bed, but kept my bow and arrows on me. I just felt safer with them. He loomed over at me as i closed my door. "Hey, i didn't catch your name," he said in a calm manner.

"Catherine", i said,"but you can just call me Cat". He smiled a beatiful smile, and began to walk towards the door, and i followed.

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