My best friend Greg and I go on many epic adventures. they are very exciting but out of all of our adventures, this one was the most memorable. Last fall we went into the woods to play Ninjas and Vikings. As the sun went down it was dark and cold, and I was scared.
While we were plying, I tripped over a rock and Greg said it was a gravestone and that I'm cursed. Greg ran without knowing that I couldn't get up because I sprained my ankle.
Two hours later my dad called Greg wondering where I was then Greg suddenly realized he forgot about me and told our parents I was in the woods. later that night my dad told me that I needed to get some new friends.