Marissa was extremely glad to find another living soul. For days, she had been walking through the forest that separated her house and what seemed like a small town. Now, the only problem was where exactly is she supposed to do next? She obviously can't go home .Especially not after that weird and terrifying incident. Then a brilliant idea came to her mind. Vera. She remembered that Vera's mom wouldn't mind her coming over. Maybe she could stay over for a while until things cooled down.
But she had to find a phone first. Marissa spotted a tiny telephone booth in front of some antique shop across the street. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, it seemed like winter was settling in fast, and letting the ice freeze everything, even time. Or maybe, she was just tired, but Marissa felt like every step felt like dragging a ten-pound weight with her foot. Once she got in, she didn't hesitate. She dug in her pockets and came out with a quarter, the last thing left of her allowance. She dialed in Vera's number with fingers as quick as a hummingbird's wings. The line hummed, once, twice, three times, Marissa was getting impatient.
"Hello?" The only voice that Marissa wanted to hear in the entire world .
"Vera, it's me."
"I'm not stupid, Marissa , I saw your number."
"Ha. Very funny. Vera, listen, I need to come over to your place, like, ASAP."
"Why?"
"I'll explain later."
"Tell me now."
"You don't understand it's really urgent."
"If it's really urgent? Why won't you tell me?"
"I can't. Sorry."
"Then-." The line was cut off.
"Crap." Marissa cursed.
She got out of the phone booth and tapped the shoulder of some passerby.
"Excuse me, but I want to know how far it is from here to Oakland street?"
"Hmm, not far, but you do have to walk a pretty long mile." The plump lady answered.
"Alright, thanks."
The woman nodded and kept walking. Marissa sighed, long mile huh? Let's see if she could handle it.