I wrote this in math class the other day. It really sucks and it's really boring because anyhing will seem good in math class. please read and review. please.

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The sun dipped low behind the hills, it’s rays of light glinting off the stream. A raindrop slowly slipped of a leaf and plopped into the brook sending waves to fluctuate the reflection of the water. Beetles scurried across the stream, leaving only ruffles on the surface to show their presence.
All this was seen by a shadowy silhouette of a young girl, her intense gaze piercing the night. The faint beat of drums brought her attention back to the bonfire in front of her. The wood crackled and snapped as it burned. Young men beat the leather deerskin on the wooden drums; steadily they picked up the pace until their hands were colorless blurs in the firelight. The sound pounded in her ears and echoed through the canyon and disappeared into the forest. The villagers sang the ancient songs of prayer to the gods. A few cast curious glances at her but soon focused their attention on the shaman who was now blessing his people. Colored lights shimmered from his hands and rode the waves of the air until they formed a blanket over the people’s heads.
She sat mute, leaning against the wiry trunk of a rowan tree. She smirked slightly as she gave a flick of her wrist and the colored illumination disappeared and the fire was nothing more then a wisp of smoke. She chuckled as the villagers gave shrieks of fear and the shaman growled furiously as he struggled to make a fire in a night dark as pitch. She stood up and brushed the dirt from her clothes and walked silently into the forest. She walked until she could no longer hear the sounds from the villagers.
Through the trees she could see a slit of the full moon, casting luminosity onto the forest floor. She sat on the forest floor and crawled to the base of a tree. The young girl sat in a hole that had been eaten away by rot and small insects, curling into herself. She leaned her head against the soft wood, her sensitive ears picking up on the scurry of small woodland animals and the sounds of maggots wriggling through the wood above her head. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness, and picked up on the gaze of another standing at the edge of the clearing of trees.
He angrily glared at her, and she could see the immense hate he felt for her. The strange man took three quick strides to where she was and pulled her out of the hole by her long brown hair. He gave her two quick slaps with the back of his hand, his gemstone rings cutting across her cheekbones. She felt the burning sensation rise to her cheeks, and the sticky blood dripping down her face, into the corners of her mouth. Before she could think she had been pushed up against the tree, the rough bark biting into her back through her thin tunic. The girl felt like she was moving through honey, her movements slow and useless: she might has well have been a fly. Black spots invaded her vision as she tried to remain conscious He closed his hand around her throat, and she struggled to breath as her vision became black around the edges. The girl clawed at the hand around her throat and thrash out at him, her leg catching him in the stomach. He gave a grunt of pain and his grip slackened. She quickly kicked him again for good measure and his clenched hand pulled away. She dived across the clearing as she caught her breath.
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth although she did not remember being struck. She glared at him as she nursed her many bruises. He stepped into the moonlight and she gasped slightly as she recognized the shaman. His black hair stood wildly about his head, the graying hair at his temples shown clearly in the moonlight. His face was wrinkled by sunlight, and a mad gleam shone in his eyes. The shaman’s staff stood propped up against a small oak tree, it’s many feathers and beads rattling in the almost nonexistent breeze. His fingers steadily reached out and he gripped the staff with both hands. She began backing away as he commenced walking forward. His gnarled feet shuffled through the dirt and leaves. She knew it and he knew it, she had been caught. He moved about like a predator whose prey had just walked into a trap. She looked around a realized that she was now cornered against a sheer rock face. Her fingers raked the stone trying to find a crevice to climb. She could hear the tinkle of the beads as they came at her head. She stepped to the left as the staff’s edge was buried in the foliage. He cursed as he struggled to lift the staff. He swung it in a full round, barley missing her head. He readied himself for another swing as heavy footsteps crashed through the brush.
A brown face peeked at them from between the leaves of the trees. His brown almond shape eyes narrowed as he saw that the leaves and sticks on the ground had been strew to the side making a path.
“ They be wantin’ ya down in th’ village, somethin’ ‘bout a town meetin’ and if you be blessin’ th’ harvest this year.” He drawled slowly as he suspiciously gazed at them.
“ I will be down to the village in a moment.” His educated voice clipped. He sounded annoyed at being interrupted. “You are dismissed,” he added as the young boy continued to stand amidst the branches. He gave them one last mistrustful glance before he disappeared to the village.
The shaman returned his gaze to her. Odium emitted from his eyes, and she felt herself go weak. He abruptly let go of the arm he had been holding in a death grip and she stumbled to the ground. He turned on his heel and walked away, never looking back. She sat on her knees as she wondered what to do.