It Won't Happen to Me - Original Writing
Harvey had heard about the disappearances in the forest. Despite what
his parents had said and the rumours he had heard, he was not going to
let himself be scared by some over exaggerated stories. After all, he
was fifteen years old, strong and definitely didn't think anything
could possibly happen to him.
It was one of those days in the middle of July when the summer seems
as if it will never end. Harvey wanted to make the most of his holiday
and was going to stay at someone's house with a couple of friends and
hoped to arrive before dark. His parents had insisted on him taking
the long way round and bypassing the forest but he decided it would
take too long. He felt it made no sense riding the long way around
instead of taking the direct route so he grabbed his backpack, hopped
on his bike and started to make his way through the dirty trails of
the forest.
All was going well, Harvey was cheerful and was looking forward to the
night ahead of him. He thought that if he kept up this pace he would
be at his friend's house in no time. But suddenly he heard something
from underneath him. Upon further inspection he realized he had
suffered a puncture. "Damn", he cursed as he examined the damage. The
tyre was completely deflated and there was no hope of cycling the rest
of the journey. He stood still in the middle of the middle of the
forest for a few moments and contemplated what would be the best thing
to do. He remembered he had left his bike lock at home and was angry
with himself that he had left with such haste. He decided that all he
could do was put his bike behind a towering fir tree and hope that its
bright red colour scheme didn't attract too much attention. The light
was beginning to fade so he quickly rejoined the track and carried on
with his journey.
that he go see if anyone needed help. He drove around the area but saw nothing
His heart may have been in the right place, but he did not have the
this was not to be the case, as he would find out in the oncoming
turned the corner to his home, and braced his body to prepare for the "shock" he would
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