When I'm gone

Chapter 2

Ally quickly picked up her bag and put it on her back. She picked up her bike and swung her leg over one side. Without saying a word she began to ride away.

Charles just stood and stared. Then as he began to pick up his bike he saw the sketch pad that must have fallen out of Ally's bag. He leaned over and picked it up. Out of curiosity he opened the cover, he was amazed at how precise her lines were, how real the sketch looked. He flipped the page and yet another wonderfully accurate picture was revealed. As Charles continued flipping through the pages he noticed that most of the sketches were based off of nature. Some even looked familiar. He flipped one last page before closing it and securing it under his arm.

He looked back to see Ally almost a block away now. He would never be able to catch up with her and decided it would be best to keep her sketch pad safe until he saw her again.

His bike ride led him through the woods and as he rode, he would slowlylook around at the scenery.

Screeeeeech!

Charles held his hand on the brake and looked over puzzled. The meadow that he was staring at now looked an awful lot like one of Ally's sketches. He grabbed the book from under his arm and began flipping through the pages. There it was! He held the book up and compared the sketch to the meadow. They weren't the same, Ally had sketched a path through the meadow. There was no path in the meadow. Charles took a step foreword and looked down. That's when he realized that it was, indeed a path. He continued walking and stopped at a bench. He flipped the page to the sketch pad and there was the exact same bench!

Meanwhile, Ally had just gotten home and walked into the door. She walked to her room and set her bag on the floor, and jumped onto her bed. Her body was still sore and achy. Her head was pounding inside her skull. After She lied on her bed for a few minutes she got up and grabbed her bag, opening it to get her sketch book. However, when she looked into her bag, there was no sketch pad. Ally started panicking and then remembered that her bag had been open when she picked it up off the ground after she bumped into Charles. Immediately, she walked out of her room and to the front door, slid on some shoes and began riding her bike as fast as she could. When she got to the park, Ally couldn't find her sketch book. She looked everywhere and then concluded that it was gone, all her hard work, her passion, it was all lost somewhere, and she would never find it now. Out of ideas for where her sketch book could be she took her bike and rode it to the entrance of the woods. She put her bike on the bike rack, only one other bike was there and it looked a little bit like Charles'.

When Ally got to the overgrown path she turned and when she got close enough she saw someone sitting on her bench. As she got closer she recognized the boy as the one who she crashed into, "Wow!"

Charles looked up to see Ally standing in front of him. He stood up and closed her sketch book, then handed it to her, "uh you dropped this."

"Thanks." She hid her happiness inside and continued to talk, "I didn't think anyone else knew about this trail."

Charles shrugged, "I didn't until I looked at your sketch book. Your really talented."

"Oh. Yeah I like to sketch landscapes." She ignored his compliment, "Well I should get going." She turned and began walking away.

"Talk to ya later!" He waved and sat back down on the bench.

"Doubt it." She mumbled under breath.

Little did Ally know that Charles had slipped a piece of paper with his number on it into her sketch book.