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Entry 4
I was jolted awake by the sudden stop of the wagon. Perhaps we are done traveling? I thought, yawning. My bones ached and my limbs shook from stiffness as I stood up. Glancing around, I realized that I was no longer anywhere near the seaside city of Ladsburg, where we had begun our journey. This place was open, quiet, and peaceful. I smelled the fresh air, breathing in drawn out breaths, savoring the unusual ways of the strange field. To my left was a small farm house, and to all of my other sides were open fields. I was on a road dividing two farms, it seemed. Then I noticed a slight movement behind me, in the wagon. Afraid of what it was, I turned quickly. It turned with me. It was my shadow. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned back to looking at my new surroundings. Watching the wheat fields bend with the wind, I began to hum a song. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to be away for a while. Deciding to get out of the wagon to see if Mr. Henrys was nearby, I tripped over the side of the wagon, landing on my left arm. Rubbing my arm, I got up and pulled a leaf out of my midnight-black hair. Running my hands through it, I attempted to pull the knots out. Sleeping fitfully on the bottom of a wagon definitely is not a good way to style your hair, I thought sarcastically. When I realized that I was pulling out more of my hair than actually fixing it, I gave up and began my search for Mr. Henrys. I decided to begin my search at the farmhouse. When I reached the front door, I noticed how different it looked up close. From the road, it had looked like a quant country cottage. Up close, it appeared to be almost malevolent, with plenty of dark woods and overgrown plants. My hand shaking, I lifted it to knock on the door. There is nothing to be afraid of, I told myself.
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