As I kept walking, my legs aching for walking miles on end, looking for my damn, bratty sister who doesn’t know any better. “ Goldie!” I cried out, “ where are you?!” I yelled. Honestly I wasnt sure why I was yelling, calling out her name over and over again. Chances are, she didn’t even hear me calling her name but I did anyways. I spotted a small cabin in the distance, maybe whoever’s living there could help me find her. There was a path ahead of me, misty, windy with quite a narrow path. It was unusual to see such a path, it seemed surreal and alluring. I didn’t want to think about the path, just my goal on finding my sister. I had already gotten lost anyways, what’s there to do? Give up? I wasn’t ready to give up on my lost sister. I walked in to the trail, awaiting whatever there is to get my sister.