MONDAY. 10:00 AM.
I sigh loudly, feeling no life in me at all. I feel like digging a hole and going to sleep for 11,000 years. I look to the items in my hands once again then set both of them at the table beside the bed.
"I guess someone who's truely hurt could use it."
I wait about a minute before getting up and walking out of the tent. I plan on going straight to my tent, I don't feel like seeing or talking to anyone; want to be alone.
I come out of the tent, the morning sun hitting my face but then I sight someone standing close to the tent and he stares at me, I stare back already getting frustrated. What does he want this time?
"Sad faces don't look good on you. Or do you want to scare away innocent forest animals?" Jake makes a statement and walks past me.
