Finding Heart
Chapter 1
I can see him. He wipes his mouth and gets up to through his trash away. I stare at him as he opens the trash can, empties his tray and turns to get his skateboard. My tunes are playing in the background, but I don't notice them. My mouth goes dry, as he looks at my house. I quickly turn around. Did he see me? Shit,as I doing that?! Only stalkers watch people out of windows. Did that mean im a stalker? Oh god, am I really that pathetic? I should be out there flirting with him, not stuck up here, cowering like mouse. But what if Amy and Lindsey are down there. I don't want to see their piercing looks, as though they blame me for Chad's arrest. I have to make a choice. I know that if I don't make some new friends before summers over, my senior year will suck. I get up and riffle through my drawers for some clean cloths. I pull out a T shirt and jeans. When I look in the mirror, im not as depressed as I thought I would be. Wit one last glance at the mirror, I pull open the door and walk down the stairs. Mom greets me with a surprised stare. "It lives" she says in a bored kind of voice. 'What brings you to the land of the day walkers?" "Ha-Ha very funny, im going for a walk, be back later." I grabbed an apple of the table and pushed the door open. Once outside, I took a deep breath, thinking of all the memories she had stored in these hills. All the summers of sprinklers, lemonade stands and playing tag, it all came streaming back with that one single breath. I saw him, Jeremy, standing talking to his friend, matt. I took one step, then the other, soon making a slow pace towards the group of boys. Jeremy saw me, and beyond me over. When I got to the huddle of people, they looked at me and walked away. All accept him. "Let's go on a walk," he says, ever so sweetly. "Ok". He takes my hand, sending a jolt through my body, and we stroll around the park for hours, talking about the oddest things. "I really enjoyed hanging out leena," he whispers in my ear, "I hope we can do it again." With that, he walks away, and I skip home, wanting to dream the walk again.