Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

All she had to do was get past him and she could go about her business. If he wanted to be left alone so badly, as he had the night prior, it wouldn’t be much of a problem. She tried not to focus on the slight ache in her shoulder with each step and she focused on the open filed in which she needed to gross to back track to familiar territory. However, she didn’t notice him turn and follow her direction before he spoke.

Ocra flinched and looked back as he stammered over his words before settling on the question he thought he might want to ask. She didn’t necessarily feel uncomfortable but she knew she didn’t want to be here anymore. He was wasting both of their time by stopping and trying to talk to her and now that there was something he wanted, he was willing to make it even more awkward. 

She just wanted to get away and go about the rest of her day without any other interruptions or run-ins with delusional boys. 

Her mouth opened to speak, but nothing more than a distressed uhhhh came out. With eyes widened, she pivoted back the way she’d been going and, despite the ache in her shoulder, began a sprint through the field.