To a precious few . . . September, November . . . And these few precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you.
I diverted my attention back to the many pumpkins in front of me. Before I could even find the perfect one, Keiara's hand pulled me out of the patch.
"Look!" She squealed and pointed in front of us.
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"Oh, ha, no." I shook my head and tried to get out of her grip. "Not today jeepers creepers."
"Girl, jeepers creepers don't rise yet. And if he does you know that old ass man is going to get his ass since he killed his son."
I rolled my eyes and allowed her to pull me into the corn field.
"There's too many kids in here, this better not be no children of the corn shit!" A white guy shouted, causing me, and many more people, to laugh.
I made turn after turn, until I was all by myself. Then I came to the conclusion that I was lost in this corn field.
I slowed down my steps and attempted to follow the screams of people.
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"What the..."
I ducked as a piece of corn almost hit me in the face, but I didn't duck down enough. I spit out the brown part that got in my mouth and continued walking.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when two little kids ran past me. I placed my hand over my heart, closed my eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As I found my way out of the maze my eyes found Keiara. I shot daggers at her even though she paid no mind because she was talking to some guy.
I made my way over to the bench while taking in the guy's trendy style.
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