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Willow replied, “Let's run shall we?” Jaden said and Willow took off immediately with Jaden following. As they ran through the forest, they felt the wind rushing through their fur and the ground pounding beneath their paws. Willow led the way as they weaved through the trees and over the hills. They chased each other, playfully nipping at each other's heels and laughing as they frolicked in the sun. Eventually, they came across a small river, and Willow splashed into the water, causing droplets to fly up into the air. Jaden joined her, and they both swam around, enjoying the refreshing coolness of the water.

"Where? I don't even know where you are yet. Why does it feel like I'm dead?" "You're not dead, Blake. At least, not yet." "So am I going to die? I need answers? Where's Hailey?" "Come closer, come sit with me." After the sound of the last words were spoken, I looked up and saw a silver-green light peeking out from a willow tree in the distance. It was the most majestic weeping willow I had ever seen in my life. Instead of the average 12 meters, this willow was extremely so tall that I couldn't even see the top of it from afar. It's tall, lanky branches majorly hang down to the ground, covered in sponge green leaves.

Elliot laughs nervously, “Yes she is.” I looked at David and asked, “Out of curiosity, what made you want to check it?” He replied, “Willow trees grow to those heights in full sun. They don’t do well in shade at all. Most of the time, if you see a Willow tree, there are no other trees around it. They like to hog the sunlight. They don’t play well with other trees.” I laughed, “Thank you. It looks like I have a lot to learn.” He smiled, “We would all be happy to teach you all that we know.”

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

Small leaves had grown in random parts of his arm, it was as if it was made out of a tree, bark-covered the outer layer of his arm. He glanced behind him, finally noticing a giant tree, a willow tree. It’s thick leaves a shower of curtains, covering the broken interior of the cabin he was in. He felt drawn to such a massive tree, it was unlike any other tree he had seen, it was massive, it was as tall as a three-story house. He felt drawn to it. A magnetic pull urging him towards it. Subconsciously standing up with unsteady feet he went near it, touching its trunk, he could feel it was alive,

Then the neighbors ran, pausing at the roadway to watch the trees gleam a harsh orange-pink in the darkness, bees hissing as they took to the air on fire and cooked alive. Out on Angell Island, the river witch Valeska gazed into her oracle and uttered “Aah, no . . . ” hoarsely, shuffling to her front door and letting the russet-red fox named Pearl outside before sitting back down, gold wedding ring over her thumb, to caress the child’s coloring book laid open on the tabletop in front of her.

The sun was disappearing asllater stepped into the clearing with the small stream running through it, the tiny brook of water frozen over. The sky was a watercolor of oranges and yellows blending together, turning the tops of the trees into dark silhouettes. I stopped by the stream for a few moments to just take it in, appreciating the way such a normally dynamic element was rendered static with such a thin sheet of ice. I heard the footsteps after a few minutes. They were faint at first, but soon they were unmistakable; step after step echoing through the silent woodland. I turned toward the trees surrounding the small clearing, trying to figure out from which way the footsteps were coming

"Plus, tonight is about us. Let's not let Delaney ruin it, okay?" Brayden nodded and grinned. "Well, hop in." He said. "I hope you're not afraid of heights." That made me smile a bit for some reason but I entered the basket anyway. "Alright," Brayden said as he joined me. "Let's wait for the whistle." I turned around and watched as Joshua accompany Delaney in a green and yellow hot air balloon. I shook my head. No, I should not get distracted. A few moments after, we heard the sound of a whistle.

When the door opened and Willow stood in front of it the smile that expanded on her face quickly turned to a grimace. Willow stood there holding a bouquet of white clovers in her hand. The vase they were in was a crystal pitcher with green accents on the handle and bottom. Akiaya looked at the flowers then looked away. Those weren't her favorite flowers. Willow dropped the flower vase on her desk and tossed the card to her. "Here. The delivery guy gave this to me. These are ugly like your face." Akiaya glared at Willow because the vase could have been damaged by how hard she dropped it. The card was in her lap. Willow left the office once again. Akiaya opened the card to see the message. "If