Into the Forrest

Chapter one

By eat paper and chop the crap (no pun intended)

Somehow, the weather didn't seem to affect her mood today. Any other day, it'd seem almost like the weather moved with her ever changing moods. I gotta go home and watch Forrest Gump, she thought to herself as she left the railing of the balcony and walked back into the house.

"Egad!" someone greeted her with the ever-reliable term.

"I really must dash. I can hear the calls of Tom Hanks from my living room!"

She grabbed her coat and bag and scurried out of there. Outside, the wind was blowing at her hard as she tried to walk down the street. Everything was grey and sort of blurred, and consequently, she did not see the pole she had walked into until after she was knocked onto the ground.

"Ouch!" she cried, patting her head. "Damn this weather."

"Are you alright?" she heard someone say and groaned inwardly. People meant conversation, and conversation meant not getting to Tom Hanks in time. And that would be disastrous. Quick, act dead and they'll leave you alone! She hastily lay down on the ground and closed her eyes tightly. She left her mouth hanging slightly open for a more realistic effect.

"My golly-gosh! She's dead! Somebody call an ambulance!"

Stupid, she thought, you don't call an ambulance after somebody dies.

"We'll have to ride in it with her and talk to her just in case she wakes up." The old woman muttered.

Shit, Tom Hanks! Quickly trying a new strategy, Operation 'Scare them off and they'll leave me alone', she began to jerk and twitch violently.

"Oh my golly-gosh! She's having a seizure! Somebody stop her!"

She felt strong arms tugging at her shoulders none-too-gently. All the jolting to the joints must've wavered the weather because all of a sudden, it started pouring with rain.

"Oh no! Rain! I must go home now, my nanny will kill me if I stay out in the rain for too long!" Again, it was that voice, and she was relieved to hear footsteps fading away from her.

Checking her watch desperately, she saw that she was already 10 minutes late for Forrest Gump. Frantically, she picked up her things, and kicking the pole for emphasis (well it was its fault that she was late), she hurried back on her way home. It's okay, she thought while bolting down the road, I've seen it before, I don't like the beginning anyway. That old lady at the bus stop creeps me out.

The rain was falling very heavily now but she was running just as fast as before. She couldn't see properly either, and that was probably what caused her to run straight into a garbage bin. Straight into the garbage bin!

"Are you alright?"

Shit! How did she find me again? Her head was in the garbage bin, and the smell was not pleasant. Instead of pretending not to be breathing this time, she really couldn't breathe because of the stench.

"Hey, aren't you that person from the pole?"

"Yes, I live in the North Pole with Santa and all his elves," she mumbled sarcastically.

"That's exactly what I thought! But I couldn't be sure. But, er, why are you in a bin?"

Because I want to be, she rolled her eyes and replied, "I fell over."

"Oh really? Oh dear, that's terrible," she said in a worried voice. "Wait, you mean you fell up and over? Wow. Amazing."

Sounding astonished, she yanked the girl's legs out and the rest of the body followed. The girl looked into the face of her 'saviour'. She was an old lady. A very old lady. She looked to be ancient!

"Um… thanks," she muttered, and turned to leave again. Now she was twenty minutes late! Soon, she will miss the bit where Forrest meets Jenny!

She felt the old lady tap her shoulder. Not taking any chances, she started bolting down the road once again.

To be continued…

(next chapter: find out who interrupts her again. Clue: she's very old.)