I looked into the fog, the shadow came closer and closer to me, I held my breath waiting to see what they looked like... Finally the shadow came clear. It was a boy, about my age with black hair that looked really messed up. He had no freckles, just a clear face. I could feel him staring at me. "Hey, you girl!" he said to me, at least I assumed he was talking to me, I was the only girl standing right in front of him in the forest after all. "Who are you?" I asked. I could feel myself starting to relax. "I'm Dan, Dan Wash. Who are you? and why are you out here?" " I refuse to tell you my name, the reason I am here is because I live here because my parents who live in the village right by here threw me out when I was five. Why are YOU here?" "Harsh," Dan said with a stone cold look on his face. "I'm here because I never had any parents, and I also live here, just a little far from here..." "Oh get real, you had to have had parents!" I said. "Ok, Ok, I did, but they sold me to an orphanage and I ran away." He said looking like he was hurt that I didn't trust him. Suddenly I felt bad. "Do you want to walk around and talk so we can straighten this out?" I asked. "Sure." He said.