The last thing he heard was his limp body slam on the pavement, and the anxious shuffle of hasty feet. To his distaste he wasn’t out for very long, and he suffered from no memory loss. His classmates appeared to have formed a circle around him, he was a spectacle. He fluidly hopped to his feat, and shoved through two scrawny boys. He ran as fast as he could, faster than when the monster chased him even. He ran until his muscled ached, and his heart pumped battery acid. When he didn’t recognize his surroundings he threw himself onto the ground. he felt helpless. He tried to think of what to do, but there was nothing. He shut his eyes trying to help relax his aching body, but fell asleep.
He smelled something so sweet it made his stomach churn. He looked around to see a medow so sickly happy it was almost painful. He walked aroung exploring, wondering what was going to pop out and eat him. He heard a rustle behind a tree,l and leaped back expecting the worse, until a small silky gripped the branch.