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The sky had turned gray and the sun, which was still hiding behind the clouds, seemed to drop. I was still walking and walking and walking and walking and walking...
You get my point.
I was so sick of walking I couldn't explain it in words. Maybe in a song, here I go:
Lalalala!
So sick of walking!
Lalalala!
My legs are gonna come off!
Lalalala!
I want a golf cart!
That's how much I was sick of walking; I was making a freaking song up in my head. I never do stuff like that, never. But I guess my mind was tired of seeing the same thing over and over again. I wish it would get interesting.
Oh, it was going to get really interesting.
The ground rumbled and we both stopped dead. I looked at the earth and cracks appeared. Then dirt started to cave in. I screeched as the ground gave way under me.
Can my life get any worse?