Like all fourteen year olds, I am a curious one. My friends and I once went to the railroad tracks by one of my friend’s neighborhood. The six of us went to the tracks at around , when the sun was about to set. We were having such a great time, joking around and walking on the tracks that we never noticed how fast the sun was setting.
The night was cold but we just kept going. The moonlight was our only source of light, which didn’t help much because we couldn’t even see each other’s faces. To the right of where we were walking, there were thick blackberry bushes. Over the bushes, we heard some muffled voices and saw the top of a truck. We snuck up to the bushes, holding our breath to try to hear them better. I could hear two men’s voices and the sound of a radio but couldn’t understand anything. The truck’s lights suddenly turned on shocking us all. With the light on the truck pointing right at the blackberry bushes we were standing behind, we all were shaking. We couldn’t tell if they could see us but we all wanted to run away. My knees were shaking so much that I couldn’t even run. I don’t think I’ve ever been that stunned in my life.
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