The path was safe, her backyard was safe, and sweet little blonde hair, blue-eyed, thirteen-year-old Lennon wanted anything but safe. The self-satisfied, mischievous teen heard a rustle from behind her and she quickly twirled around to find the origin of the noise. To her chagrin, Lennon could not see a thing, although she could hear rushing and heavy breathing, far enough in the distance, but close enough to warrant panic.
While Lennon was rarely frightened by anything, the prospect of being attacked by a wild animal did set her heart racing at an unbelievable pace. In that split second, she had to decide to run further into the woods or to face her fears.
