The sky was becoming dark as the rain started to fall. It was impossible to see how to get out now. Wendy's hope to find her way home now, was gone. Wendy squinted and found a rock to sit on. When she sat down all she could think about was that she would never get out of this dreadful forest.
Wendy Marid, an eleven year old brown haired British girl, was walking into the forest. Her Aunt Kendra, who she was staying with over the summer, got into a heated argument with Wendy's mother. It was confusing on what they were fighting about. To get away from all that, she took a walk. That was the only thing she could do before they started it up again.
The sun was still coming up so it was still a little dark. It was breezy; she had