So me an my friend (who moved away) were supposed to go camping for at least a week and 2 weeks at most. Only my friend brought her phone and I didn't have one at the time . We did like proper camping, and the only things we brought were sticks, a pack of marshmallows and sleeping bags and pillows . She insisted that we hunted the local animals (it was a wood we were aloud to hunt in) and on the first night she said she was hungry and was gonna go an hunt so I stayed in the tent For 2 hours. I then decided to sleep and wait for her in the .orning. Then I realized why not eat the marsh mellows ? So I went out an called her name and searched the woods for hours until I saw light. I then heard probably another hunter yell something and shoot pellets at my direction mistaking me for a feasant of something so I ran back to my tent and hid in there and the man walked by yelling for about ten minutes . When he went I opened the tent again and it was like 7am and the pastel sun shone on my leg and I had a pellet i

n there. I could get it out, they didn't go deep and they were big for a pellet. I got them out and slept . The next day I looked for my friend . Oh boy. That was the begiign of the 1 week that will change my life (I will make this into a series so il explain later) The only reason I didn't go home was because I had waited 7 months to do this, and I wasn't gonna quit just because my friend when missing .I came to the conclusion that she got shot by a REAL gun. But no. That selfish bish ran on home to her mum and said that we BOTH went home because it wasn't working out. Well, if I did go home I wouldn't have met my amazing little Fox that I still see sometimes down the wood