Am I... Strange? Naw!... *open*

I walk through the woods to clear my head. Some days i really had to ask myself why I stayed here year round. Most of the kids that came to camp could be so thick headed. So dificult to stand somtimes. I stomped my feet in frustration. I sat at the roots of a tree that looked odly comfirtable. After some moments of silence I could hear a russle in the tree, leaves fell to the grass, and a part of the tree's shadow moved quickly. I jumped to my feet and drew my foot and a half of cyrstalized bronze from my belt.
"Who's there?" I say with as much grit in my voice as possible
It wasnt like me to get so hostal, but todays events had made me angry. And I was about to prove that a daughter of Eros had passion for more then just friendship, but a passion for knife work as well. I tightened my grip on the short blade i held in my hand, ready for whatever was about to come.

I heard some foot steps I moved quickly to look down, a girl glaring up at me holding a knife, Ivfrowned. "Hello" I called quite cheerfully.
I lied down on the tree branch swinging my long legs, "I am not gonna hurt you by the way" I Auss though it sounded normal

I sighed as the girl presented herself. I had seen her around camp a couple of times, and we had never had any problems. So I thought that my bad day shouldnt be pressed on to her. I let my head cool for a moment, and lossened my grip on my knife. I laughed a bit to the last bit she had said.
"I know. Rough day you know. A bit on edge." I sighed and sheethed my knife. "Hello" i said, feeling as though I missed the formal greeting.