Slowly I trudge through the pine forest. The scents swirl around me in perfect harmony. My boots step lightly on the needles and twing barely making a sound. Steadily I take my metal filete and throw it into the air with all my strength. The eagle falls to the ground at my feet. for some reason the kill seems to take away a little bit of the pain, make it a little easier to breath, a little less painful to live. Keep going is what my head says but my corazón barely keeps pace and I fear at any moment will just break down and crumble up to peices. Just stop. I can't give in. I can't. I think back to my mom, she needs me. Maybe the only reson i'm not dead. I tear out the filete and throw the eagle over my shoulder and walk through the dark forest. A sound in my left ear, and i whirl around. Nothing. Strange I swear... another sound and i twist back to a bush. Green, I swear I saw a flash of blue and green. I rustle the bushes and nothing happens. Ryan, your going insane, its just your imagination, But I don't belive myself. Soon the dirt roads greet my my boots sloah through the mud. Our planet is basically a big hill, The richest of the rich live on the parte superior, arriba of the colina where they say its high above the clouds and it never rains, and the lower down the colina tu go the less tu are. and at the bottom of the colina is the fence, where us penny pickers live in shack-like houses and the roads are nothing but mud and we never see the sun. As I walk silently along the road I'm carfull to make my mind go blank, if I don't I'll think about him, and I have to be strong. Suddenly somthing pumbles into my side, the eagle is snatched from my grasp and when i turn to face my attacker I feel myself grow red with embaressmant. sitting on my chest is little 8-year-old Micah and little Sonomi who pokes at the eagle with wide eyes. "Micah! Not cool!" Micah giggles and steps off and I stagger to my feet. Sonomi hands my the eagle and whispers "He's pretty!" I smile "Yeah, he's a beuty!" Then I pluck one of the brown and white feathers and place it in his hand. He stares at my wide eyed and then tugs on Micah as they wave goodbye and frolic off to the fence again. I can't bare to watch them go, Sonomi who's shorts are caked with mud and all his ribs stick out sickiningly and Micah, who's raggy jeans and old tee wrinkle with age and they stick there skinny arms through the chain linc hoping for a penny o two. before I can think about it anymore a claw grasps my leg and I'm suddenly dragged down a dark hole. I struggle as the dirt slides away from me, a rock hits my head and everything goes black.