The crunch of the dry leaves below me were the only noise that drifted throughout the trees around me. School wasn't out yet. It was just me.
I fiddled with my dry ends, twirling them around my finger as I walked to my destination. The willow tree.
My favorite spot to be other than the cemetery with my parents.
I sat down against the trunk, the rough edges dug into my back. I sighed out in content, this felt more like home than the house I've been living in since I was a newborn.
I stretch out my legs when they hit a rock that I know for sure wasn't there from the last visits. I shove it away when a white sheet of paper reveals itself from underneath. I frown, leaning forward I reach over and grab the crumpled paper.
548-9204
Linkin
YOU ARE READING
No Love Letters For Linkin
Short Story"I can't get you out of my damn head, Meredith." He licks his chapped lips, "You make me crazy. I can't eat, sleep, watch a damn movie without thinking about you!" I couldn't move. My feet were permanently glued to the pavement, not even a bulldozer...
