Secrets

by melophiliac

Casey and Gregg didn't take their best friend leaving for college too well, as the two always hoped they'd remain a trio. Although Gregg was more willing to accept Mae's interest in post-secondary education, Casey grew quite resentful, making college a topic very hard for her to bring up. Right after she had left, Gregg and Casey would have to spend their time together.

1. Introduction

Possum Springs has a beautiful autumn morning, especially when the sky is clear and the air is breathable. Any sort of mugginess in the town was rare, as the location of the town was way too far from anywhere with an entirely too high of an altitude. With clear air and a beautiful atmosphere, Possum Springs would be well enough to have a pleasant atmosphere in general, one that could only be appreciated by non-natives.

You would only like the town if you were invested in its economical worth, if you were well off financially, or both. Other than that, the town would be very much disliked for its low population, its small location, and its general lack of modern or contemporary pleasures. A town, especially for someone young, remained disliked for its lack of cellphone service, lack of proper outside communication, and its tacky way to get around town. If one were to seek out a place for genuine pleasure, they would have to leave town and go through the highway to find some sort of modern restaurant or entertainment facility.

Any local could assure you the only way you could enjoy these kinds of buildings is if you drove. Depending on the bus was an immediate no.

The town clearly had its issues. One with a contemporary dependency could not live there. One who sought traveling in a big location could definitely not live there.

However, there were some good things. You never had an issue with the people.

Something about a closed-knitted town plus a small ammount of people would equal a close community. Everyone knew or at least knew of each other, residents never having to worry about being completely alone. Being friendless in a small town just didn't really happen; everyone was much too close in contact, and nobody really proved to be distant nor unfriendly. The town had each other's back and could be heavily relied upon, especially when going through hard times, either financially or mentally.

Possum Springs wasn't all that bad. Although it was easy to hate, it definitely felt like home.

Casey groaned at the sight of the review, taking the sheet of paper off of the bulletin board and tossing it in the trash.

"Eff this town. And eff the people."

He would find himself muttering to himself as he headed home, glaring at the town hall and its dim background. Possum Springs may have had clear, pitch black skies during the night, but that was only a reminder how distant this town was from the world.

As his feet hit the ground on his way home, he couldn't help but feel listened to, the cat turning around only for a moment.

There was nothing. And nothing was there.