944 words - 4 pages after his father died. John’s hands were clammy and his blood turned cold. There was a glisten of cold sweat on his pale skin. He wanted to run back home, go back to bed where it was safe. Taking a deep breath, John followed his friends and headed towards the track that snaked through the forest. *** John’s mother sat hunched on the couch with her hands over her face. Tears spilled from her hopeless eyes on to her hands and clothes. She had just