I woke up in the damp bushes. My sweatshirt was covered in a thick layer of mud. Lemon's leash was tied to a tree nearby. One that for some reason smelled like, urine.
I took a small apple from my bag and pulled out a large Ziploc bags which carried handfuls of dog food.
Lemon wagged her tail in excitement, as if she did not care that we were lost in the woods.
We were not to far the streets though, we just slept in a bush down a hill right next to th road. Yet, the hill was extremely high, a long, restless five minute journey to the top.
A sudden happening fully awoke my eyes. A girl, seemed to be about nine, fell of the tall hill tumbling down on her bike.
Lemon and I rushed to the scene.
The girl was blonde and had a questionable amount of freckles. Her hair was in a long ponytail, strains of it dangling out. Her nose was bleeding.
She was groaning. I reached my dusty hand out to her bleeding one. She grabbed and held on tight.
"Yeah, thanks." She said.
My hazel brown eyes stared at her deep blue ones, an extremely awkward moment.
She bent down to look at her bike. It seemed fine, but the wheels seemed flat.
"Maine", she said, then reached out her hand to mine.
I shook. "Clyde", I said, lying about my name. I figured we would never really tall again, and I didn't really want her to know my name. Imagine on the news: "A twelve year-old boy, on the lamb! Twelve, can you believe it Jane? This, uh, got reported on Tuesday, his name is Seth Norman, phone is 716-028-1036."
If I said my name is Clyde, she would hopefully not report me. Hopefully she will not read this journal.
I noticed that Maine was not wearing a helmet.
"Can I come with you?" Maine asked.
Huh? I thought in my head. Did she know of my plans?
"Who would be alone in the woods with a giant backpack?" She answered my face expressions. "You're runnin' away".
I questioned to myself if I should really tell her the truth or not. I couldn't yet tell if she was the secretive type, or the bratty I wanna spread gossip type. She looked as if she could fit both positions.
"Um, yeah, I mean, um, sure, you can come, or". I felt awkward. So many annoying studders, it makes me cringe as I right them.
"Cool, where ya going? Washington D.C.? Florida? Hawaii? The Statue of Liberty?" The girl was stating places too far for one to travel on foot. Impossible even.
"Around, you know?" I replied.
"Sounds great".
