The Girl With A Hidden Friend

The Girl With A Hidden Friend 1

Summer was coming to an end, soon fall would drag its way into place riping the leafs off the trees forcfully striping them naken ready for winter's control right after. I, Anna Lockess, dreaded the thought of it. Fall only signal the upcoming of my hell, school. It was not that I was bad at school, I was quite successful. Getting A's in almost all of my classes. The only reason why school would become the devils playground for me, was the fact there it didn't seem as I was welcomed. I was bullied, harassed for the way I looked, dressed and talked. After all I wasn't from this quiet place in England. My family two years ago had moved from Paris, France to this countryside town Wetburgh. Which was a not well known place in England with only a few outsiders each spring. In other words, everybody pretty much around here knew everyone when they were babies. Which lead to me being outcasted, everybody thought of me as the weird child who came from out across seas to invade their well circled life. My father had only moved here to start a new life, my mother had died back in France. It had struck him the most out of everyone in the family, this entire move had been like escaping the fact that she was gone. Yet even after the move he still seemed not able to move on, moping around the house at times. My mother was a piece of me, she was a piece of everyone. She was one of those special mothers who was carefree and let you do anything until you crossed that line. Now this place just seemed empty. Everywhere seemed empty. School didn't help my feelings at all. Eventually I thought school will be over, so I might as well bare it. Here on the apple orchid thought, in which our family now owned, was my true peace. It was where I escaped all my misery and read my insides out. Yet every time I came here, I couldn't help feel like I was being watched. Normally that feeling would leave anybody not at ease, but for some reason it made me feel ensured.

July 30 6:00 Pm in the afternoon Weather: Cloudy Sunshine

It was a beautiful afternoon, just me and my book below the apple trees in our sunny shine orchid on the far east side of Wetburgh. I didn't bother check how long I had been here. One of my ten brothers would find me if something important came up. Until then I was going to let myself relax for once. Forget about school, forget about the so little friends I had. Even though I was lonely, the book seemed to hold me off. Sometimes I questioned that single thought, sometimes the books wasn't enough. Sometimes my true desire was to find a friend. Not like I haven't tried, it was just nobody was willing to hold out a hand I quess.

"I wonder how long this loneliness will last," Anna said with a sigh breathing out.

"I was wondering when you were going to say something, you had your nose in that book all this time, not that I didn't enjoy reading over your shoulder," said a voice from somewhere above.

I screamed in surprise throwing my red laced book carelessly on the ground and looked around for the source of the voice. It was then when I looked up. There sitting on the lowest branch of the apple trees branches. Was a boy, about fifth-teen in age and around five something in height, with short black hair and some sort of japanese dragon scale laced clothing. There was also a golden hoop earring on his left ear. It was a strange sight, but I didn't judge it wasn't the craziest thing I ever saw. I had wondered how long he had been there without my knowledge. Had he always been there? No wonder I had felt eyes on me every time I had walked into the orchid. The boy just stared at me, I felt bad. I would of hated if my scream of surprise had hurt his feelings. Plus I felt terrible for forgetting the one lesson my mama had enforced. It wasn't good behavior to stare at people no matter how odd or weird they looked like, specially for a young lady.

"You done screaming, women you wouldn't last long in a horror film," said the mysterious boy leaping down from the tree landing perfectly on the ground next to me.

I moved a little to create more room. Now that I could seem him a little more, I noticed that even with the strange style. He was actually quite handsome. He seemed to be of japanese origin, not that it was a bad thing. I loved japan, my favorite shows and books were from there. It was just somehow he seemed a little more see through, his skin almost looked like it was milky and starry as if heaven had touched him leaving him a mark of perfection. It was rare for a pretty boy to talk to me. Even more rare for them to stalk me all this time. The boy punched his hand into the side of the tree, I thought as he did that he would scream in pain or something. No instead was a sight I wasn't able to believe his hand went into the tree completely forgetting that there was an object in front. I leaped back in surprise not willing to scream encase of scaring him, or more myself. He pulled out a book, it too was dragged through the tree trunk with ease. The boy stared at me with such a blank emotionless stare.