The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Chapter 4: Six more days

   It has been two days since I talked to the boy across the street. And for two days, I've been "remodeling" my bedroom. I did end up painting it blue, sky blue. And my dad helped me set up all the furniture. It looks better now, like someone actually lives in it. Today, it's sunny and I'm hoping to go explore the town on my bike.

I'm sitting on my bed with my back against the wall, on my laptop. I'm just looking at photos of my new school and it says it starts on the...30th. Wait. That's in six days! Ugh, great. I'll have to take the car to get supplies later. Hopefully, I'll make it back alive.

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I went to the store around 2:13pm and most of the supplies were on sale. And that's great but I didn't have a big choice. Most of the "cool" stuff was all sold out. Oh well, It's just school supplies anyway. So, I bought a few notebooks, pencils, erasers, folders and pens. That should be good for the first day, and if I need more, I'll just come back.

 I drive the truck back home to switch it for my bike. I bring in the shopping bags and set them on the stairs in a pile.

"MOM?" I yell up the stairs.

"Yes?"

"I'm going out for a bit, exploring." I explain.

"Ok, honey! But, be back before 10!" She says.

"I don't think I'll be out THAT long" I laugh as I head out to my bike.

My parents have very little rules when it comes to me. Probably because they trust me and I've never really gotten into trouble. I don't usually have much of a social life. Maybe only like 3 friends at a time, maximum. 

When I get on my bike, I see the boy again. He's washing off his motorcycle with a hose. His dark brown hair is still a mess but it looks good on him. He has on a blue button up T-shirt, the three top buttons undone, and jeans. I want to say hi but, something tells me he won't say it back. So, I kick off the pavement and cycle down the street. I love going fast on my bike, having the wind whip my hair back. Sometimes, when I go downhill, I stand up on my pedals. I think this is the closest thing I can do to flying. I see some people eating outside or gardening. I've passed about three cars so far.

I come up to a sign that says: Cedar High, next left. That's where I'll be going next week. I make the next left. The school is just three long buildings that form a three quarter rectangle. It looks pretty new, I was expecting an old boarding school or something...I don't know. I don't stop, I just continue down the street. When I come to the end of the street, it turns into a dirt path that leads into the woods. Next to the entrance to the forest, there's a sign with an image of a car crossed out. Which basically means no-cars-allowed. Ok, well I don't have a car, I have a bike.

So I pedal down the path for a while, and at some point a stream appears on my left. It's nice and peaceful in the woods. The sun coming through the trees, leaving leaf shadows that remind me of lace, the sound of birds singing...

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I find my way out at some point and realized the exit leads right onto my street. So I go back to my house and park my bike in the garage. I look across the street and the boy is gone and so is his motorcycle. Bummer.