I was so excited for this day. Our school was having a picnic, which it really knew how to do. The picnic was going to be in a large forest about forty miles from our school (our school likes to plan far-away trips). Whenever I am going on a vacation or trip, I like to find out every single fact about it. It turns out this forest's history dates back four or five-hundred years. It was inhabited by a Native American tribe who was known for its worship of evil spirits. When the settlers came in, the natives did not take kindly to them. I focused on him, but then he vanished into the mist.