Wind rushes through my hair. The fresh smell of the forest drifts around me. Steven walks beside me, easily keeping up with my long strides. "For someone short, you walk pretty fast." He said jokingly. I smirked at him. "I am not short. And i walk fast, becase i want to get to my favourite spot before you start complaining!" I said, laughing. He gave me a push, and i stumbled forward. I start running, my sneakers squishing in the mud. Steven starts running after me, and soon we arive at me favourite spot. The rushing river calmed, the wind whistled quietly. Steven sat down on a damp rock, and I stood at the edge on the bank. I closed my eyes, and listened. The wind whistled quietly, the water trickled over fallen trees and rocks, and i could hear Steven getting up.
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