Death's Bear

     I was sitting by the warm, crackling, blazing campfire when I smelled a sour, rotten breath just behind me. I turned around, but I saw nothing except the big black forest and the tall trees. I got back to roasting my big, golden brown piece of steaming meat. While I was roasting, I thought for awhile. I had been two days in Smoky Mountains and nobody had found me yet. All of a sudden I felt a big, wet paw slap my face. I fell to the ground hitting my head on a small rock. The next thing I knew I started running into the dark woods. I ran so far I didn't see the glow of the white fangs.

     An hour passed. Later I saw the muddy, black paws of the bear scratch my side. This time the bear had red, glowing eyes. I ran franticly towards the woods. My heart was pounding like a big drum as I headed for a clump of tangled weeds. Later I fell asleep in a deep, dreamless sleep. All of a sudden I felt a big clump of big, black fur. The next thing I knew I was running towards a log cabin with a wooden door. I started beating franticly on the door. Then the big, black bear arrived and attacked me with its huge claws. I screamed, "Help! Help! Help!" Then I fainted.  The next thing I knew I was on a stretcher heading for my town. The warm cloth felt so soft on my face. "My mom. My dad," I whispered.

     "You're home," they said.

By Amber