I brung my jacket and my backpack filled with my phone, a note book, a pocket knife (you never know), and a book. Most of these things were usually brought when I went to the park to read, hang out, or something.
I looked out of my door, no sign of Bryce. Then tip-toed across the floor in my mix matched socks to the back door where my shoes were sitting. My super easy to slip on and comfy shoes. I looked over my right shoulder one last time just in case, complete darkness, and sprinted out into the moon light or just far enough to where i wasn't visible to the house anymore. I took a glance over my shoulder to see if anyone saw me or was following me 'Yes Alexis, someone is definitely behind you waiting to give you a gift card for Walmart. ' I always know what to say to myself. A smile stretched across my face, I love sarcasm. While walking, I forgot where I was going. So then I took out unfolded the (now) wrinkly note from the back of my jean pocket and read the last part about the Rose Bush park. Rose Bush Park? Only few people know that place, very strange.
I listened to the hum noises from the cars in the interstate behind some trees, made a left, then heard, almost silence. I took a whiff of the air, a smile curled my lips, roses. Pretty pink roses on dark green bushes that spread throughout the park like a pathway. You could hear the crickets chirping and the water from the fountain running, this was a stress free place, this reminded me if a place called home. I over to my treasure tree, there wasn't anyone there, so decided to wait up in the tree. I started to climb up but I heard a thud behind me. I turned to see a black figure next to me, the figure was a male figure. He started walking towards me I reached for my pocket knife, just in case. He was about a foot away, he was wearing jeans an a navy blue hoodie (with the hood up). He took his hood off.
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