C37 Thirty Seven

"Stop Ariana!" Alex yells, his voice floating through the air. I speed up, running through the leaves and bushes of the forest. I feel like such an idiot. I sprint behind a thick tree trunk and rest my back against it as I catch my breath.

"Stupid, stupid idiot." I grumble, squeezing my eyes shut. My chest is heaving with pain from running and I continue to wheeze, sounding like a strangled pig