Macmillan(Intermediate): The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon

What if I lose my way? ” Trisha said to herself. And she got an answer. You ’ re already lost your way, a voice in her head whispered to her. It was a terrible, cold voice. She hated it. “ Shut up! I have not lost my way! ” she whispered back. Trees moved in the wind, mosquitoes buzzed, and Trisha could hear a plane far away. But there were no voices from a nearby path. It was then that Trisha started to cry, and the words came screaming out of her mouth. “ Help me, I ’ m lost! Please help me, I ’ m lost! ”