AN: No, I honestly don't really know what this is or where it came from. All I know is that it might just have to continue into either a short story or even something longer. If anyone reading this really thinks it should continue (or doesn't, since that opinion counts, too) leave me a review or something. Oh, and if you do like it, I'm in desperate need of a legitimate title, so if you have one, that'd be nice, too. :)
~Baysil~
Resting her back on the large trunk of a tree, eyes closed, she inhaled slowly through her nose, bringing in the fresh scent of the woods. The smell of decaying leaves, soil, sap and pine filled her head and body as it always did.
She opened her eyes, looking out into the endless mass of trees in front of her. Thick brown masses receded into the distance, dissolving into thin lines beneath changing leaves.
Birds chirped and squawked from above, mixing with the sounds of squirrels rustling through the soon-to-be crisp leaves of autumn. A faint breeze whistled through the trees, causing her to shiver slightly, the cold air sending goose bumps over her skin and over her bare feet.
Turning to her left, she reached into her red backpack, pulling out a bag of gummy worms. Allowing the sweet, sugary taste to spread throughout her mouth, she closed her eyes once again, taking in her surroundings as she did every week.
Next to her was a spot like her own. The area was clear and free of leaves, next to the same tree that she leaned against. Every day she cleaned it off, as if she were expectant of a visitor. Of someone to sit and experience nature in the same way she did every Saturday morning.
However, the adjacent seat hadn't been filled for nearly two years.
Checking her watch, she saw that it was already 11:30. She'd been sitting in the usual place for an hour and a half, and her mother expected her home by noon. Pushing herself off the thick tree, she placed the remaining gummy worms on the empty space she'd prepared and stood up. She picked up her small red backpack, smoothed down her shoulder-length blonde hair and slipped her camouflage Keds back onto her feet, ignoring socks, as she'd be home within minutes anyway.
The road home from the woods was all too familiar, swerving back under the broken chain-link fence and running around to the front of the large abandoned house. From there, the sidewalk could take her to the right or to the left, both ways also familiar.
To the right, the Lyons's residence. Her own house that she returned to after each lonely Saturday morning.
To the left, the Fisher's residence. A now-mourning household that she hadn't been to for nearly two years.
Not since Cam Fisher, her best friend of what had been fifteen years, had run away.