I heard the footsteps as soon as they entered the woods, the cracks of twigs on the ground surface and the annoyance of a voice that could only be the girl from 12. I pull the blanket of leaves further up past my head and stay as still as possible. This is where living a quiet life comes in handy. As soon as the girls yelling stops I know I am safe. I pull off the leaves and watch the boy head towards the river with a set of supplies. Peeking out the side of the bag is some cheese, cheese! I’m starving! I silently climb up a tree and jump from branch to branch, staying hidden behind the leaves. He sets down the bag and I leap down and grab a speck of the creamy delight. He begins coming back with a handful of berries so I hide from view and watch him organise the pack again. He puts the berries on the ground and I snatch as many as possible. I bound away from the boy and the river, making sure I’m hidden from view before I have my meal of the day. I plop a berry in my mouth and cut the skin with my teeth, the juice melts onto my tongue. I’m hesitant for a moment; this doesn’t taste familiar at all. I take another look at the berries and know immediately I am a goner. I ate nightlock. I run to the river to wash out my tongue but I’m only halfway when I fall to the ground and the poison takes over me. Then the leaves above my limp body fade to black.