Lenora Woods, a care-free 19 year old girl working a simple job at her local comic book store in the fall of '83.
feeling lost, with no sense of direction in life and no goals for her future, she has but one dream.
To perform.
Having played bass sin...
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Wednesday, 3rd October 1983
"You like what you see?" He asked playfully nudging me with his elbow as his hand was deep in his jacket pocket. I looked up at him briefly before casting my gaze back at the scenery.
"I love what I see." I breathed out in admiration.
The earth's ground dipped a couple feet in front of us and led into a big lake. The sky was now a light gray, but a vibrant orange had begun to trickle in from below as the sun ascended from the horizon. The sky reflected off of the rippling waters with a certain shimmer that ignited a type of spark within me.
"You comin' with?" Kirk called from somewhere on my left making me snap out of my trance as I ran to catch up with him.
"That's not where I'm takin ya." He spoke from ahead of me.
"What do you mean?" I picked up my pace now walking beside Kirk as I stared up at him.
"Here."
I cocked my head to the side at his words and my mouth dropped slightly agape as I took in what was in front of me in the distance.
"There is no way..." I mumbled quirking a brow a sly smile creeping onto my face
We exchanged short glances Before I could say anything else he smirked and shook his head taking my hand in his and running, almost dragging me with him as he did so.
Twigs snapped beneath our heavy footsteps as we approached it.
He let go of my hand running and gripping onto the ladder's first step. I stopped a couple feet away, arms folded an intrigued look on my face.
"Nora, you know you want to." He turned his head wiggling his eyebrows tauntingly in my direction.
"There's no way in hell yer gettin me to climb into a treehouse Hammett." I shook my head standing my ground.
"Suit yourself..." he called before turning back beginning to climb the trunk of the giant tree. It made me uneasy watching him with the fishing box swinging from his hand as he climbed, one wrong step and he was done, I mean the next time I call him pancakes I don't want it to be literally...
The sky still wasn't bright enough for my liking and I was now essentially alone in the middle of the woods immersed in the eerie silence of the twisting embrace of thick leafy canopies. I shuddered and noticed Kirk was no where to be seen, presumably amidst the rotting wooden walls of that stupid treehouse. I cursed myself under my breath as I hesitated picking at my nails before approaching the ladder.
