CHAPTER 7:
As she followed him the first place Jacoby stopped was a gas station along highway 31. She made sure she was a good distance away from him, to make sure he didn’t see her. She leaned against a tree across the parking lot and pulled the blue cap she wore down to conceal her face. She observed him sneakily walk into the station and came out within a matter of seconds. She noticed something hidden in the brown jacket he wore, it wasn’t very noticeable, but the fact she was intently staring at him made it hard for her to miss.
There were shouts and curses heard from inside the gas station, and Jacoby bolted. Cycelia, a little surprised, swiftly followed after him. “Did he just steal that?” She wondered, but she had no way of knowing for sure.
Jacoby noticed her after his stop at the gas station. He was walking down the highway sipping the sweet tea he had borrowed, stolen, whatever. When a car raced by and he happen to glance at the rear view mirror and see someone following him at a distance, most likely going from tree to tree, bush to bush, place of cover to place of cover, like a wolf stalking it’s pray. “Only this little rabbit isn’t so easily stalked” Jacoby thought to himself. After four years of thievery and solitude, your senses get immensely sharpened, at least in Jacoby’s case. He took one more sip of his tea, and decided that he wasn’t giving up without a chase.
He stopped. Cycelia stood behind a tree, anticipating his next move. She saw him shift his feet a little, like getting ready to spring into action, and that’s exactly what he did. He suddenly sprung up and bolted. She stood caught off guard for a moment but then regained herself and ran like a cheetah to catch up, almost completely forgetting concealment. Jacoby rounded a corner with some trees. Cycelia rounded it shortly after him and skid to a stop.
He stopped running and was now approaching a broken down water mill beside a creek. He went inside, and Cycelia followed at a distance. When she reached it she carefully pressed her back against the outer wall, and slowly peeped her head through the door. Jacoby was nowhere to be seen, so she relaxed a little and wandered in. She gazed around the room, taking it all in, which was next to nothing. The ceiling and walls consisted of old wooden boards with a few newer ones nailed on, to keep the drafts out. There weren’t any really sizable holes, besides the one above an old mattress. It had think covers by it, and it was nestled in the corner with a small table by it, on the table was a picture of a girl. Cycelia went over to the table and picked up the picture to study it, “the girl is quite pretty,” she thought, “but she seems young, I wonder who-“
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In and Out of Sorrow and Solitude
Teen FictionJacoby is 13. His mom died when he was 8, and his father left him and took his sister when he was 9. He was spent the last 4 years living alone in a old water mill, relaying on thievery to survive. He was smart enough to homeschool himself and found...
