Killer Hill: A Short Story

As I played my latest video games, sitting in my favorite bean bag chair, on a seemingly flawless day until I heard the holler of my Mother proclaiming that I needed to leave the house to accomplish something rewarding. Being the gracious child, that I indeed was. I departed hastily, just as most children would; if their mother grabbed them by the ear and flung them out the front door. I dusted myself off, grabbed my bike, and rode over to my friend Tom’s house to hang out. When I arrived, I had discovered that he had a babysitter watching after him. So we decided that we could escape from the house by claiming we would be walking around town. While on the way to Killer Hill chatting about this and that, we admired our small town and all the …show more content…
Albeit, we felt the dull ache of our muscles from hiking to the top of the hill, we continued walking along the path, we kept our eyes on the towering trees which stood impeccably with one another. We might have paid further attention to the beauty of the landscape or how the blending of the pine trees created a marvelous aroma, the sounds of branches creaking all around and the rustling sounds of the pine needles, created the illusion that someone hid just behind a tree. I caught the feeling that neither Tom nor I, certainly knew how alone we were. We had stopped in our tracks when we caught a glimpse of the ideal place for us to build a fort. The area was just barely within our sight, secluded beyond a few trees and shrubs. Now it was time for us to decide what to construct, being the young children, we were, we had decided to create it by laying branches and logs across lower spots on the side of the hill where erosion had brought it down. Tom and I, had walked along the edges of the perimeter around the fort to find branches to lay across, however, we began running out of