Running through the dark forest that I call home, I tried to ignore the biting wind, starting to feel numb. Too bad I cant be like Venus and live on that warm hill.

Suddenly, my foot caught on a root and I tumbled to the muddy ground, face first. In the shadows, I hear laughter.

"It's not funny, Isaac," I muttered.

My brother, Isaac, jumped on top of my back.

"Get off," I wheezed. I bucked him off and ran up a tree for my own safety.

"Oh, come on, I was having fun!

I scoffed. "I wasn't."

"That's cause you never do."

"No, it's because you're annoying," I shot back, scooting back down the tree. "I'm going home now."

No longer feeling the energy to run, I walk towards the direction of the hollow under the tree that was in the center of the forest.

On the way, he started to smell smoke from a nearby fire. Andre looked around in a panic, then finally spotted the orange flame in the distance between the trees. He ran to survey the potential damage. 

As he got closer, he realized in horror that it wasn't a forest fire; it was a campfire.