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LEAVENWORTH, WA
The high school was filled with the chatter of countless students as they hung out around the classrooms. There were many close circles, as well as outsiders.
Willow Thistle was one of the outsiders. Though honestly, she preferred to keep it that way.
School was about to let up a month early for undisclosed reasons. The fourteen-year-old was sitting off in a corner sketching in her sketchbook, while anticipating for the bell.
Finally, the bell rang around noon, marking the end of another school year. The students all burst out from the doors and poured out into the streets full of chatter and excitement. Willow merged and flowed with the crowd out onto the sidewalks until they all separated. She decided to go the scenic route back home today, as it wasn't too far, to at least make up for uneventful morning. Unlike elementary school, they didn't do a whole lot of fun activities for the last day of school; the students just hung around in the building until it was time to go home. Better to leave earlier to get a better head start on summer.
Willow headed south alongside the highway, then went on the bridge that went over the Wenatchee River, before taking the sidewalk off to the right onto East Leavenworth Road. She then strayed off the path into the park where the boat launch was and walked alongside the riverbank. Willow inhaled the late spring air as the breeze flowed through her mint green locks like the rushing water beside her.
This was one of Willow's many places where she could go and clear out her mind.
School had not been easy on her this year. From hard assignments such as book reports and algebra to top-notch science presentations, it has been quite a challenge for her young growing mind.
But nothing could've been more difficult for her to take than her epiphany learning about her "condition" from her mother. Why did she even let her curious mind get the best of her that day when her English teacher called her mom?!
Willow promised herself that she going to try sharing more about herself more often with others, but now she felt more shy isolated than ever. Not to mention that it made making friends a lot harder for her. Willow had also realized that she never really knew how to make friends; people would just always be nice to her when they saw her permeating kindness. There were very few that were actually considered close to her.
Willow took another deep breath in as she took the back roads back home.
~ Illustrated by Susan Bates on Pixels.
Willow ran up to the little house on the edge of the riverside and came in through the back door. Her mom was there in the kitchen doing her early summer cleaning, mopping the floors with her Swiffer when she came in.
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