Zachariah's (Zach's) pov:
That girl the drive around our street looks so familiar. Her hair and her eyes. Her dark greenish brownish eyes. Like she was magical her eyes. But I feel as if she was in my class before. It's on the tip of my tongue but won't come out. I sit by my window and watch outside. I watch her circle around the coulda sac and then down the road. After a few minutes she will circle back around the coulda sac. One day she starts to come in different clothes. Her other outfit she doesn't wear it. Everyday her hair gets longer and her eyes darker. "Joey!" I yell, "come here!" Joey comes in here rather fast. "What Zach?" He says. "Look at this girl!" We both look at the girl. Her bike slows down and stops. She sits on the road and pulls out her bags. She pulls out a sandwich and a root beer out of one, and a jacket out of the other. Then she walks up to the same house the got the other bags from and picks up another bag. She pulls out a backpack. She puts on her jacket and then quickly eats her sandwich. Then she drinks some of her root beer and puts it in the bag. She put her stuff in the back pack and pedals off the road. We agree at each other in disbelief. We went down stairs to get a bag. I put some regular chips and some water into one and a baseball cap into another. Joey put some sandwiches and lemonade into one and a blanket into another. We put them into my closet and then told my mom we were going to bike. We went to bike up and down the street. Making smooth turns in the coulda sac. We went to get the bags before dark and set them on our front porch. Before we put them out we wrote on the bags, to the bike girl. Then we went to bed.
