About an hour later I'm starting to become unbearably bored, so I decide to pull over by a public park.
I sit down on one of the benches facing a deserted parking lot, adjacent to a small playground, and dial my mom's number into my phone.
No answer.
I know it's super early, but still. How can she not be answering if she's apparently been so worried about me?
I guess she doesn't care that much.
Suddenly the sound of an engine and the screech of a stopping vehicle, followed by loud laughter interrupts the silence. My eyes strain as I try and make out the blurred, yet colorful figures emerging from what appears to be a large van parked in the lot. There seems to be four girls all dressed in different colored nightgowns heading towards he playground.
Strange.
I start to wonder whether I should leave or not, but decide against it because the girls seemed harmless, and I would rather not go back to sitting in my car, bored out of my mind.
I observe as one of the girls wearing a green nightgown hops on a rusted swing, and another girl in a yellow nightgown mounts the creaking swing next to her. The other two girls dressed in gowns- one pink, and one blue, start to push the other two in graceful, yet strong sweeping motions. They get higher and higher until the chains on the swings start to gather slack before they fall back down.
It's an odd sight.
Four girls in nightgowns playing on the swings.
But at the same time it's oddly mesmerizing.
I'm so completely enthralled in this image, that I almost fall off the bench when the girl in green, still swinging, yells,
"Hey!"
I look around. She can't be talking to me. Right?
But no one else is around.
"Come over here," she calls.
I slowly make my way over to them, no longer glad that I stayed. It's like 3:00 in the morning and if I'm attacked by some creepy girls in nightgowns, no one will be around to save me. Yet, I still walk up to them.
The girl in green has already climbed off the swing, but the girl in yellow is still swinging. Her shining red hair gleaming as it whips in the wind. And then, all in one motion, she flings herself off of the swing, and for a moment it seemed as though she were flying. She lands gracefully in the grass beneath her, hardly making a sound. Her bare ankles pale as the moon, contrasting against the dark green grass.
They're all barefoot.
Why are they all barefoot?
The girl in green gets close to me, and as she approaches, I can't help but notice the other three girls forming a tight formation around her.
Her face is inches from mine, so I can see all of her striking features.
Her stare intensifies.
My hands start to sweat.
Her clear, sea foam green eyes, glimmer and her mouth barely moves as she says in a hushed tone,
"She's the one."
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General Fiction*CURRENTLY UPDATING* After her boyfriend of 2 years cheats on her with her best friend, Emma decides it's time to get away. She has many strange adventures with new friends. But what happens if she decides to go back?
