I slammed another rock into the ground. I was angry. My parents were sending me off to summer camp with a bunch of kids for the millionth year in a row after they promised me I could go to astronomy camp for the summer. But no. Another rock fell to the ground. I heard something click nearby and turned my head to the side.
There was the end of a gun in my face. I blinked and looked up towards the face connected to the arm. "Is there a problem here?"
"Drop the rock."
I glanced up, seeing a rock maybe weighing a ton hanging lifelessly in the air. I didn't even realize I picked another up. I let it fall to the ground by set it on the ground softly. I turned back towards the face. "Sorry about that. It happens naturally."
Out of nowhere something hit the back of my head and I leaned forward, my temple pressed into the gun. I strained to pull back and get my face away from the weapon, but something was pulled over my eyes and I was yanked from my spot on the ground and dragged away. I had no idea what happened, but my legs burned from the grass and slowly everything faded away.
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