The Ovendale Secrets

The Woods

I sat at the top of the oak tree, the cold autumn breeze brushes against me with ease, comforting me, telling me that everything was okay. I look across at the view, hundred of lights, small enough to be squished betweeln your thumb and index finger, tiny roads, and a beautiful lake that sparkled under the street lights. This was Ovendale, the equivalent of Venice, but here is no canoes and everyone speaks English. Ovendale is located thirty minutes from Pacific Ocean, and it is the most peaceful place on earth... Most of the time. Most of the people who lived here were happy families, they go on picnics by the river every weekend, they go on big holidays every summer and as kids they would have had play dates were they will run around under the  sprinkler, or finger paint, or play spotlight. But what most people didn't know is that when those kids grow up, when they become the star athlete, the school slut or the school valedictorian, they need a place to escape, and that place is the woods. Now, when I say 'the woods' no i don't mean a big, dark, scary woods where people will murder, kidnap and rape you. The woods is a little clearing just 5 minutes out of town with a few oak trees and a lot of green grass. It's perfect because it's just far enough out of town so your parent don't hear you but not too long away therefore you won't get lost. Everyone goes to the woods when there stressed, anxious, depressed or anything. It's out place to think. Some people just come to read, or listen to music, to do there homework or throw the occasional party. But I promise you this, there will always be someone at the woods, no matter the time. Because this is our place. This is Ovendales place, because we are Ovendale, and we are the secrets.