My breath was shallow as I sprinted through the forest. I have to get away, it wasn't my fault. I didn't do it. Before I get to ahead of myself let me introduce myself and why I'm running. My name, well call me Max. Short for Maximum. I'm running from the cops. Yes, the cops. It's not what you think I swear. They just think I killed the person. Anyway back to me running from them. All I could think was 'don't trip don't fucking trip Max.' I jumped over a fallen log and resumed my mad dash. Slowly I could hear the fading of the voices shouting and dog barks. Slowing down a bit I turned my head behind me to see if they were still following me. Seeing no signs of them, I grinned. Coming to a halt, I took in my surroundings. Great, I'm in the middle of a forest, lost, on the run, and most likely a fugitive. This is freaking fantastic. Mentally rolling my eyes I hugged myself and leaned up against a tree sliding down it, until I hit the plush, dirt ground. What am I going to do? I can't just go back home I didn't have one to begin with anyway. They always ignored me, never had the time. I guess I'm alone. Again. Getting up from my spot I began to walk down a little path that had slight fog around it due to it being early in the morning. I was so caught up in the beauty of the nature and my thoughts I collided with someone. Jumping up I was about to make another mad dash when the person grabbed my shoulder. Automatically tensing I faced them and was struck by startling deep brown eyes.
"Are you ok?" Gulping I nodded and tried to get away. He gave me a questioning look but removed his hand.
"I would just love to stay and chat but I have to go-erm wash my cat." I lied between my teeth. Giving me one last look he burst out laughing.
"You're a terrible lair." I rolled my eyes and gave a un- amused laugh.
"No seriously I got to go." With that I began to walk in the opposite direction of the guy. Little did I know how he was going to play a big role in my life.