Death on Track

Prolouge

Juliet's POV

I ran through the trees, taking deep gulps of air until I reached my special spot. I loved to go exploring when I was young.

At school I was always independent, which part was because I spent so much time alone in the woods. I didn't like to work in groups and I hated it when I couldn't figure things out my myself.

There was a boy who was a little like me. He was quiet and mysterious. He didn't have any friends. He didn't play football with any of the other lads; he didn't even try. He almost always sat on the curb deep in thought. You could tell easily that he was thinking because his eyebrows would go together that would create wrinkles on his forehead. He looked so cute.

When I was exploring one day I found that the woods led to his small backyard. There was an abandoned playhouse that I would camp out in and watch the boy in his yard with his sister or peek in the window of his kitchen.

He had a secret talent. He loved to bake. Never in my life would I have dreamed that a boy in the year seven would have such a talent. I watched him take out a pan of cookies and he wiped his flour-covered hands on his white apron. He looked out the kitchen window and I ducked behind a large bush, hoping that he didn't see me. He put the cookies on a tray and set them on a tray outside with a note, obviously knowing that I was there. I silently scolded myself, but after he was out of sight, I tip-toed over to them. The cookies spelled out my name incorrectly and had a note tucked under the blue plate. It read:

{I <3 U, U <3 me. Let's tie Barney to a tree. Stick a rifle up his nose, no more purple dinosaur. I'll love you forever and always.}

At that moment, I knew that I had to find his name and that I would meet him for real one day.