Bree woke up the next morning. She slammed her hand down on her alarm clock which was beeping away. She turned on her phone and checked the time, it was already 12 PM. Eh, who cared? It was the weekend. She got up and took a shower, then dried and did her hair. She looked in her closet and got out an outfit. She wore a plain t-shit, a striped jumper over, ripped jeans, leg warmers and some brown boots. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and then grabbed some orange juice from the fridge and poured it into a cup. She drank the juice and decided to skip breakfast that morning, or shall we say afternoon. But she did grab a piece of fruit from the fruit bowl and then headed outside, shutting the front door with her camera in her hands. She snapped a few photos as she walked through the green forest which had trees towering all about. It started to rain. Dull weather. She had moved to a new town and it was always gloomy. All there was to do is venture into the forest, hoping a wild bear wouldn't eat you or go down to the beach. She heard the wolves were friendly here, though.