In the woods.  In the eerie, pitch black woods.  I am disoriented.  I have no clue to where I am.  I have no cell phone, nothing to find my way back to the shack where I left my friends.  I grab my hair hard in anguish and shout, “Why did I listen to that idiotic boy!”  He says there is a gas station nearby... Ha!  What a joke!  He doesn’t even know what a book is!”  I look around quickly, startled by my own shouting.  That is not smart to shout in the woods at dark.  If there is anything out there, I just broadcast that I’m alone.  Which frighten me even more.  I look around warily and quickly pace forward. 
I still feel flustered, so I make myself think of something else, as I make my way through the darkness.   There was a birthday coming up next week… I have to clean my room…. My sister is coming home tomorrow from college.  There is….
I stop myself suddenly and look around.  A strange feeling came over me.  I feel uneasy; the hair on the back of my neck starts to stand up like someone is watching me.  Before I look behind me, I catch a glimpse of light ahead in the dense woods.  I dare not look behind me because I sense danger.  For a moment, I resist my overpowering urge to sprint away, but the feeling of doom is too much for my body to bear.  I can’t take it anymore, without a conscious thought.  My eyes spot a clearing at the edge of the forest, and I feel my body jerk forward as I make for the edge of the forest, hurdling over fallen trees and rocks. The fear of the unknown force is pushing me forward.  As I near my goal, I lean forward as an Olympian would do at the end of a close race.   I am expelled out of the woods with so much force that the ground feel like I hit a brick wall.  As I pull myself up, I put my hand on the dark, damp soil.  I sense my hand sink into the ground, the wet mud sticking to my hand.  A musty scent meets my nostrils as I draw in an exhausted breath.  I cover my nose with my shirt to hide from the smell of rot beneath me.  I stumble forward eager to find the gas station, or better yet, a friendly face in this melancholy forest.
The light of the moon shines between the branches of the trees above me illuminating the dense undergrowth around me.  I look down at my hand, still covered in mud and leaves with the lingering stench.  I gag as I realize what I fell into, manure…
Disturb by my present reality, I cloak myself in my coat from the harsh wind that I find myself in.  Though I am grateful to be out of the woods, I realize my protection from the blustery wind is gone.  Giving me yet another obstacle to overcome.  My surroundings become clearer, but I can’t find my guiding light.  “Where is that bloody light?”  I mutter to myself.  “There was a light right here, I know it… how could I have missed it?”
I choose to ignore the fact that I have lost my focus, the light is gone, it is o where to be found.  I step quickly forward, still looking around for something anything to guide me. I again feel uneasy as I walk the borderline of the forest.  It is as if there is someone or something in the forest, and it’s watching me.  I tell myself it’s nothing,  Just the wind and my nerves playing tricks on me.  Or it could be a small nocturnal animal, like a   raccoon or a possum maybe.
As I look up at the night sky, a blanket of calm comes over me.  The stars always remind me of the summer nights that I spent with my sister.  We would talk about everything that happened in the school year.  All the exciting and stupid things that happened to me.  She would talk about the places she’s traveled to and the people she has met in college.  All the fun adventures she talked about, made me want to have one of my own.  I miss her so much. 
A scream draws me back to reality.  I turn my head in the direction of the noise.  It came from the same spot in the forest that I did.  I hast my pace to a sprint.  The deafening scream came again but this time much closer.  I stole a quick look behind me, half expecting to see a hideous creature.  A horrible thought came over me.  What if I can’t find the gas station? What if I would never make my way home?
There is nothing in front of me to run to, but I pick up my pace anyway.  To my amazement the scream was getting closer and closer.  I nearly gave up when a light caught my eye.  IT IS THE GAS STATION!  I thank God and ran towards the building.
Every breath I took became a sharp pain in my chest.  From the demands I was putting on my body, I finally reach the gas station halting to a stop.   My excitement drowns when I came to the realization that the gas station is abandoned.  The lights flickering, there is cracks in the cement, and there is weeds sprouting between the cracks.  At the corner of my eye I spot a light coming in from the building.  I run to the window. 
“There has to be someone in here.  I bang on the glass door.  I’m so afraid! Utterly alone.  A rush of realization comes over me like a huge wave crashing on sharp rocks after a storm.  I want my parents.  For the first time in my life I want my parents, to ground me for a month. So I could isolate myself in the safety of my room.  Surround myself with everything familiar to me.    I want them to say that I need to spend more time with them.  I bang my dirty hand on the glass door.  Repeating to myself, “I’m so stupid” over and over.
I turn my back from the door and slid down on the cold cement floor.   I wrap my legs and put my head on my knees.  My short brown hair covers my eyes.  There is nothing I can do now.  I do not have my phone.  I do not know what part of town I’m in and I am utterly alone.  I  cry, which turns to bawling, and then into sobbing. 
I am suddenly aware of a faint clopping sound getting closer and closer to me.  I snap my head up from my knees.  The gloomy light of the moon shone down on a small four-legged creature.  When it comes closer to the light, I could recognize the size of the animal.  I wrap my legs closer to me when the animal came fully into the light.   As it walks closer I instantly recognize the small shape.  A pair of small black and white horns jutted from its sharp, pointed face.  Coarse fur erupt from its neck and body.  I can tell the color of its body was white but as the figure walks to me, I could tell that one ear has a spot of orange on the back tip.
  Is this what was following me?  Making me feel like something was watching me?  It was only a girl goat!  A laugh escapes from my mouth as the animal pushes her pink muzzle to my shoulder.  The goat let out a piercing scream.  “So you were the one screaming.”  I pat the goat on the head as it lets out a now softer bleat.
I look down the street of the gas station and saw small dots of light ahead.  A green sign catch my eye next to a corner of the hard road.  “Walnut Street! I know where we are! We’ll be home in no time!”  I tap my forehead, mad with myself for not seeing it.  Brushing off the tear stains on my flush cheeks.  I push myself to my feet and make my way down the road with confidence and with my companion following curiously behind. 
I turn around and laugh at the tiny goat with the big belly swinging left to right on every step.  She ran up to me and put her small nose on my hand.  I cup the goats head with my hands and ask, “Where did you come from?”  The goat’s childlike eyes seems not to notice that I was talking to her at all.  With all that is happening tonight I don’t want to tell the goat to go home. 
With a big sigh I kneel down to take a better look at her.  I lean in very close to the goats face.  When I got close, I could smell the stench from the fur but the smell doesn’t bother me that much.  I look deep into her hazel eyes.  Her eyes wander to my hair, she stretches her neck and starts nibbling on my hair.  I gently pat her on the neck and stood up. 
“At least I am not alone.”