It has been three weeks since I saw Wendy in the woods. She didn't do anything except for run in the opposite direction. I had a smile on my face but I couldn't understand why. Maybe I wasn't supposed to know, or maybe I just didn't know what to do.
After all, everyone had left me behind to save themselves.
When I saw them at school, I didn't speak to them. Instead, I walked to class and ignored the rumors that buzzed around me. Everyone was a colony of bees who thrived on lies, and looked at everyone they saw as a threat with beady, curious eyes.
I bike up to Uncle Heath's house where the grass is starting to grow long, and his chairs sit outside with sunbleached fabric. A puff of smoke reaches my lungs as he laughs and stands up, adjusting his wool cardigan.
"Hey ya, boy!" he calls, and sips a bit of water.
"Roscoe," I breath. He looks disappointed I call him that, but I continue. "what do you know about Wendy Townsman?"
He leans back and throws his ciagr onto the ground. "Why?"
"She's not a disease."
"You aren't a disease, she ain't talking to you."
"I'm serious."
Uncle Heath doesn't reply for a long time. I stand there for eternity as a far away look glazes his face. He rubs his foot on the grass once more to crush his cigarette further, and closed his eyes. "She's not what they say."
Of course she isn't. I ride home, my hopes competely crushed. Maybe Wendy is Wendy, the Wendy this town's ever known, the Wendy i've never known.
My mind slows down as I pass her driveway, and I skid to a halt. The trees are covering the road, givng it the impression of a dark passageway . I feel as if I have no time, so I bike into it, blindly realizing what is to come next.
YOU ARE READING
Wendy. (Wattys2015)
Teen FictionIn a small town where everyone is "neighbors", Wendy Townsman served as a mystery to them. Unsociable and mysterious, the rumors of her are not forgotten to James Miller, who wonders who Wendy really was before she disappeared. Five years later, Jam...
