Creative Writing Class

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Caley Lareau
Professor Trainor
Creative Writing
12 October 2017
The Girl I Used To Know
The morning of June 13, 1999, I was born a peasant. Well actually, not so much, but to
me it felt like it every day. I lived on a farm with my mother, father, and brother. It was a rather
large farm and I was more than accustomed to saying it was the largest farm in the county. We
didn’t always live here and honestly I wish we never left our farm back in Texas. My father had
just lost his part time job as a grass mower and now we have moved 20 minutes away to a piece
of cow manure crap hole farm. We had to down grade and deal with our new sucky life because
my dad wanted to stay in the area. We were still in Texas, but I felt as if all I knew and all I had
seen in the south, now was the blistering cold snow of Antarctica, eating away at what was once
my warm and loving flesh.
While not liking the change I decided I would explore around the area and walk for a bit
with my brand new camera my aunt from Switzerland sent me for my last birthday three months
ago. To my surprise, I must have walked a lot longer that I thought. I went through the forest and
actually found some cool looking caves that were very narrow and very deep. I went into each
one screaming “Hello, is there any one in here”? I couldn’t find a soul around that area and
decided I would move on to another and keep walking around. It seemed like ages walking up in

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the bushy forest. After a while I was starving. Though honestly I did not want to go home, so I
kept exploring.
The breeze up north in the woods surrounding me became very hard and brisk on my skin
and I started to wish that I had brought a jacket on my journey. Then all of a sudden the strangest
thing happened. I looked through a cluster of pine trees in front of me and there was my old
farm, clear as day. It looked exactly the same as when we had left it. The same red and white
shed was still in the back behind the barn. As was the purple shovel I used to play with as a child
that now lay against a large rock where I used to laugh and jump off of. I loved to pretend back
then to be a secret agent that had to jump out of a plane to drop to the ground and save the world.
Alas, that fairytale disappeared fast when we got our first television and I got my first boyfriend
named Josh.
But now I could see that there were people moving into the farm, a father and a son and I
thought maybe I should say hello. As I got closer to the both of them, it seemed to me that they
lived together with no wife and also no daughter if there was one. I opened my mouth and yelled
“Hello there”. But, it seemed there was no answer from either of them. As I got closer, I saw
they were carrying guns that looked to be for hunting. Then they both turned and looked at me.
They both charged towards me with their rifles. I took my camera out to try and take a picture of
the two of them. I snapped one or two before they could get to me and quickly hid it in a tree,
hoping they hadn’t seen it. I went to scream for help but no one was nearby and I felt that my
voice was nothing more than a mouse squeak, softly presenting itself to the world and not
helping in any way to warn someone that I was being attacked. It all happened so quickly, but I
woke up with my hands tied around my back and a piece of rope in my mouth. It seemed like
they were going to kill me!

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Shortly after I figured out where I was, the two of them started starring at me in a way
that made every bone is my body quiver. They told me that they were harmless and didn’t want
any trouble and that they were so unbelievably sorry to have grabbed what they felt was an
innocent child from the woods. They told me that the only reason they grabbed me and basically
kidnapped me was because there was a serial killer on the loose that was said to be hiding in
those very woods. They said that they were trying to save me and that they hope I don’t press
charges because of their heinous actions. Well, I was the forgiving type of person and agreed to
let all of this slide if they dropped me back at home and we never spoke of it again. For a while
after that I was scared to death and had night mares almost every night about the woods and the
monster that may be in there waiting for the right moment to kill! Then I remembered I forgot
my camera in the woods and there was no way I was ever getting it back. I slept with my
windows shut and locked tight from that point on. Who knows if the killer has found the camera
I thought, and if he did, would I be his next victim!?