The File

The File ~ Chap. 8

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Cole

Wow, when I had signed up to go to New York, I wasn't expecting my detour to be through a train window. I really didn't think anyone had ever tried that before-the detour to N.Y, not going through a train window-which had probably happened a couple times, sadly.

The only thing that got on my nerves though was how stubborn Tate was. She would barely let me help her at all. I mean, I knew she was trying to keep me off the two punks' radar, but I was sixteen-seventeen in just three days-so I could handle myself perfectly fine.

Come to think of it, I doubted I'd be spending my birthday with my family. I'd most likely still be running for my life with Tate. I guessed those presents would just have to wait for a later date.

Anyway, that morning, when I woke up-luckily still where I had fallen asleep-I noticed I was alone. I saw Tate's bag, so I knew she had to be close, but I was hoping she wasn't with anyone else.

"Hello, Sleepy," I heard Tate's voice call from above me.

Confused at why I had heard her above me of all places, I looked up to see Tate sitting on a tree branch. I blinked a few times to be sure I was seeing correctly. I was, and noticed she was even smiling.

"Hello," she repeated.

"Uh, hi," I said, standing up. "What are you doing up there?" How had she even been able to get up there in the first place?

"Trying to see if there's a town nearby," she replied.

"I think you would need to be a little higher up than that." She was only on the second lowest branch.

"I already was," she chipped.

I stared at her. "Did you climb up the entire way?"

She cocked her head, amused. "No, I flew up."

"Be serious."

"Yes, I did climb. I used to do it with my dad a lot when I was young."

"Not to point out the obvious," I said, "But you are young."

"Younger, then."

"Okay." I decided to change the direction of our conversation. "So, did you happen to find anything?"

She shook her head sadly. "Unfortunately, I didn't. I just saw more trees."

"Do you have an idea of where we could be?"

"Not a clue."

Great. "Where do you suppose we should go?"

"The same way we were heading last night."

I didn't want to bring this up but I had to ask, "What are we going to do about food?"

"Didn't you listen to me at all last night?" She hopped out of the tree, making me nervous for a moment that she would sprain her ankle. That was all we needed. Us unsure of where we were, and me having to carry her to who knew where.

But she was perfectly fine, and stood up unscathed. "I told you," she continued, "I had snacks in my bag." She kneeled down in front of it, unclasped the clips, threw back the flap, and quickly searched through it. She pulled out two granola bars and a small bag of chips.