Eve and Timothy

Chapter 2: Timothy

The first night, I hardly slept. I tossed and turned uncomfortably, trying to sleep. The bed felt like it was swallowing me, providing no support for my back. The blankets were cold and did not warm up. Eventually I took the quilt and rested on the floor, hoping that would give me the support I needed. I eventually slept.

When I woke up I expected to see my usual room, and at first forgot about the journey. I soon was disappointed all over again when I remembered were I was. I slowly walked downstairs with my eyes half open. My father was reading a twenty year old newspaper and my grandma was making eggs.  "Good morning! How'd you sleep sweet heart?" Grandma asked. "Not so good, but its fine," I responded. "Oh, sorry to hear that... Do you want some breakfast?" she asked. "No thanks, I don't usually have breakfast." "Okay, just let me know."

"I'm gonna explore the town today," I said opening the front door. "Okay, just be careful," my dad said. Before I went to leave dad said, "Wait! Here is some money for lunch. Go to 'Jimmy's place,' they have the best food," my dad said. I walked over to him, he gave me about thirty dollars, I thanked him, and I was off to explore the town.

I walked down my grandma's drive way and began to look around the neighborhood. I saw a few kids playing through a few windows, some people were mowing their lone. Most people were walking down the street. Very few cars drove around, for the town was so small a car wasn't needed. Most people owned or worked at a shop that was extremely close to their home.  

Every person greeted one another saying "Hey Jim!" "Hey Carry!" Each person knew one another. I then began to feel self-conscious, thinking that maybe people were looking at me funny because I was new. A few people greeted me. Some tipped their hats, for many people wore cowboy hats for some reason, some told me good morning, but obviously nobody knew who I was. 

I continued walking through the center of town. I saw all the different shops. Some sold candy, others sold clothes, some were grocery stores, but most were restaurants. I continued walking past all the stores to the other side of town. I had been walking for about thirty minutes now. The town was extremely small. I followed the side walk, which soon turned into a dirt road. I continued walking into the trial. 

I began to just look down, thinking about how I wished I were home, back in the city. I wished I were with Emma, Liv, and May. They were my best friends, and now I was miles away from them. While they had sleepovers every night, having the time of their lives, I was stuck in a small town with nothing to do. 

My head bounced off of a hard wooden object. "Ow!" I yelled. I put my hands over my head in discomfort. I looked up to see that I had ran into a tree. Leaning on the tree was an old yellow bike. The bike was rusted with thin tires and a basket in the front. The sleek frame of the bike was rickety and had moss growing on it that extended to the tree. It had obviously been there for quite some time. I stud there, looking that the bike for quite some time before I decided I wanted to ride it.

I then heard rustling in some bushes behind me. I stiffened. I turned around cautiously waiting to see a lion about to attack me. I rushed over to the bush, thrusted my hand into it, and felt the hair of some kind of creature. The hair was a medium length, about four inches I would guess and was thick. I only felt it for a second before it immediately left my hands. I parted the shrubs and reveled a boy.

The boy seemed to be about my age. He had dark brown hair, and dark eyes. He was wearing a light green sweater with some dark brown cargo pants. His expression was a shy one. He seemed as if I had caught him in something. "Hello?" I said. "Hi," he responded. I looked back at the bike and then back at him. "Were you watching me?" I asked. "No," he quickly responded. He seemed extremely guilty. "You're a bad lair," I accused. "Why were you watching me?" 

He took a breath, swallowed, and looked down. He was clearly very shy. "I didn't recognize you," he began. "everyone knows everyone in this town, so when someone is new everyone knows. Also nobody ever comes over here," he explained. "Why?" I asked. "Everyone thinks its haunted," he said. My eyes expanded, even though I didn't like to admit it, I was extremely superstitious.  I knew that nothing in this world is "haunted," but I could never shake the feeling whenever someone even said the word. "Haunted?" I exclaimed. "It's not really haunted, at least that's what I think," he said. I swallowed.

"What's your name?" He asked. "Eve Mayson," I said. "Oh...I'm Timothy Gray," Timothy said. "Nice to meet you, I'll be out of your hair by the end of the summer, so don't worry," I said walking back to the bike. Timothy stud up and walked around the bush toward me. "What you mean?" he asked. "I won't be here for long," I paused. "But while I am can I ride this bike?" I asked. "I guess, it isn't mine," he answered. I then broke the bike off of the moss. The bike squeaked. "So, if this place is haunted, why are you here?" I asked. "It's just quiet here," he answered. "The whole town is quiet," I said hopping on the bike. "Yeah, I guess it is compared to a city." 

I then rode the bike a few feet before its chain came out. "Crap," I said. "Too old to ride I think," Timothy said. I then put it back in its place. "Yeah." I sighed. "There's stuff littered everywhere just like this," he said. "Really? Like what?" I asked. "Toys and books. I found a chair one time. All kinds of stuff," he grinned. 

I pulled out my phone. I was 12:03 pm. "Do you have a phone?" I asked. "Yeah," he said shyly. "Can I have your number? I need someone to talk to this summer," I said. We then exchanged numbers. Timothy was very shy about the process. He seemed as if he had no friends. 

"I'm gonna go," Timothy began, he then paused and looked up at me. "I'll see you again tomorrow maybe," he continued. I grinned at him. "Sure!" I smiled. He smiled back shyly. He then waved good bye and left. 

I then walked over the the bush that Timothy was originally hiding in. "How did he hide in here?" I wondered. There was a whole carved into the bush. I crawled into it until my hand landed on a piece of paper. The paper was crumpled a little with some soil smeared on it. I turned the paper over to see a drawing. The drawing was of a girl holding a bike next to a tree. It was then that I realized Timothy was drawing me.