Swear to shut up if you swear to listen

People were stupid. And by stupid, I mean jerks. And by people, I mean Wyatt and Leah. They're jerks. Let me tell you why:
Here I was, trying to get lost in the woods after they basically beat me up, took my stuff, and kicked me away from learning the magic of astronomy. They really sound like jerks now don't they? Keep in mind that I'm a cute little defenseless 12-year-old boy that just wanted to bond with his Brazilian kleptomaniac big brother and his passive-aggressive British girlfriend. I was alone in the woods in the middle of the night with only my sword and my acute sense of direction. In my pajama pants and a Pittsburgh Pirates jersey, I looked like I'd just rolled out of bed in search for something important. Which was exactly what I had did. You can call me a baby for grumbling about something I had no control over. I don't really care 'cause it all boils down to a really delicate item that was stolen by my own godly flesh and blood for something that wouldn't last for more than a few months. Of course I was going to be angry! What kind of person wouldn't be angry? Around this time, I heard the humming. I'm no genius, but I've seen enough scary movies and read enough Creepypasta to know that you always avoid the humming at any case. My makhaira (I haven’t named it yet, but I’m leaning towards calling it “Buffy” for whatever reason) was now at attention while I scanned the area for the source of the tune. It could have been Sirens for all I knew! Well, Sirens are native to the water but, hey, I twelve. You all are lucky that I remembered to wear pants today. De todos modos, I couldn’t find the person making that noise no matter how hard I tried. A breeze rolled in and I was surprised at how cold I was. Maybe it was because the anger I felt before was full of heat. And now, with that...stupid humming...I was getting colder because the anger...had turned to…

“EEP!” No, that wasn’t me who screamed. You’re hearing things. What happened next will explain exactly why I, mind you, didn’t scream at all. I don’t scream. I was looking for the monster that was out to devour me, backing up as I did so, when she just appeared there. Nothing fancy, no shadow stuff, no hovercraft. She was just there. Walking. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else out here this late, no one my age. At first I thought she was a nymph, but she was wearing modern clothes. So logically I chose words of caution. “Bro, who hums in the middle of the night? No, in the middle of a creepy forest in the middle of the night? Who are you and are you trying to get yourself killed?”

"Well, yeah, your 'thing' tends to spook people wandering around a place called the 'Deadly Forest'." I put the little air quotes around some of my words, now more annoyed than scared. I was annoyed with myself - why was I scared in the first place? I'm a brave guy! So that's when I came to the conclusion that I wasn't scared and you guys were just imagining things, like with the scream that was not mine. Anyway, I didn't dare to put my sword back in its sheath just in case this girl was some type of psycho serial killer. We have those here. You can never be too careful. She did surprise me, though, when she actually introduced herself to me. Her name was Eve (not Eva like the ginger babe in that one Erote club) and she was a daughter of Hecate, which made a lot of sense. I'm not stereotyping, but you don't exactly see preppy children of Apollo or people like Oliver humming in the forest at night. Hecate was a creepy goddess, so it was believable.

"I'm Sinbad. Son of Hermes." Maybe it wasn't the wisest idea to give this information to an absolute stranger, but hey. I liked her accent even if she was weird. I've learned through experience that people with different accents are usually super nice people (unless that accent's British or Brazilian or Urban American). What was my point? Oh, yeah. "Why are you out here in the first place?" I mean, she had to have a reason. It was probably none of my business but I'm a pretty blunt person. If I think it, I say it.

“Ay, that doesn’t sound creepy at all.” He grumbled under his breath. Sinny eventually decided that Eve maybe wasn’t a serial killer, so he slid his sword back into its sheath and crossed his arms. Jeez, if it wasn’t so dark out he would probably be able to see her easier other than the dark silhouette the shadows against the trees casted. Sinny decided he could trust her at least enough to sit down on the side of a log and relax his aching feet. He wished that he could’ve stayed with Wyatt and Leah at least a little bit longer: long enough for them to kick him out and at least drag him to the cabin. He didn’t like being out here alone. With a start, he realized that Eve had said something else. How ironic.

“I got kicked out of a date by my brother and his angry lady friend.” Sinbad released a heavy sigh. When he put it that way it made him sound like he was the intruder. “But, like, he took my signed Cabrera blanket a-and I always crash their dates so it’s nothing new. You get what I’m sayin’?”

Ooc: Woohoo for 3rd person