Scared [Open]

Art was slowly walking around each and every tree, searching for some game that she could eat for tonight. Art was not one to give up or get tired of something. If she were to get tired of something, she would have gotten tired of life, but she didn't. So, she just kept pushing herself until she couldn't push anymore.

But, today, Art felt like she could push herself over a cliff and then some. She thought she saw movement from the corner of her left eye. Her head snapped that way as she ran towards the rabbit that was quickly escaping her. She couldn't find anything else and this was her last hope.

If she were going to catch it, she needed to be super fast, which she was trying to be. But, she wasn't really having the best of luck, seeing as the rabbit was getting farther and farther out of sight. Art, though, picked up her speed and almost caught the damn rabbit when she bumped into someone.

However, luck them, Art's hunting knife didn't break skin. She was tired and mad at the person for stopping her from catching her food for the day. She was 15 and she was going to go for the fourth day without food. She felt her stomach yerning for something to feed it.

Art looked up at the person and started to yell at them in a cold but low voice so no one would hear them. "What the hell? Don't you know that rabbit was my only food, well going to be, so I could feed myself? What the fuck are you doing walking out from behind a tree and almost running into my knife? Who do you think you are?"

Art was fuming and felt the blood rush to her face to make her cheeks flush. She swore that if it were possible, her ears would be producing so much steam that it would look like a wild fire that was all too common here.