Lake George (h.s)

The boy that lived across the lake.
Lake George, New York.
Population 3578
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The gas station was dark, cold, and abandoned. Looking around, I spotted a young looking man, one leg propped against the wall of the convenience store, his emerald orbs staring into my soul. I didn't realize that he was watching my every movement, from the moment my rusty jeep entered the station.

Suddenly, as I walked around the jeep, the man had took long steps towards me. His eyes didn't leave mine for a second, and I took a step back. He quickly wrapped his tattooed muscular arms around my waist, one hand running through the exposed skin of my back as my shirt rose up.

"Get away from me you creep," I exclaimed, glaring into his beautiful eyes.

A hand tattoo peaked out from his chest, and the glare of the moon made it shine brightly. Smirking, he nuzzled his sculpted nose into my neck. His arms roamed places that they shouldn't have; he was a stranger.

"Baby, now that I've seen you, I'm not sure I can stay away," he whispers huskily into my ear. Goosebumps had rose from the breeze, and I gasped as he pulled me closer.

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I push through tourists pointing at the skyscrapers soaring the night skies, rushing to get down to the subway station at the corner of the block. Hundreds of civilians run down with me, hoping to catch the Coney Island Bound Q train that was about to abandon the rest of the late running commuters.

Arriving at Downtown Brooklyn, I spotted my obvious 9 floor school; Brooklyn Technical High School. Going to a school with almost 6000 kids, everyday brought something new.

1 week later, my mom announces our move upstate to Lake George, NY. Still New York you say? For miles, you can see nothing but roads and the woods.

Walking down the abandoned roads, I could always sense eyes watching me. Eyes glaring into my soul, from the shadows behind the woods.

What really could be lurking in those shadows?