“They should be here already,” I whined for the hundredth time today. My mom sighed and gently slapped my back.
“Just hang in there. You really need to work on your patience and stop whining like a child ,” she scolded me. I couldn’t help myself. One morning three days ago Alarick called saying they were on the way and by my calculations they should have arrived the evening before. Yet they had still not arrived by morning. I started fearing that something bad had happened to them. None of them were answering their phones either, well my calls didn’t even get through.
“But why aren’t they answering? Why are their phones off?” I asked anxiously.
“Maybe because they are in the High Forest now?” she replied almost sarcastically, making it sound like it should be obvious.
“What is that sup
