Of course something has to come and mess up my chance of meeting wander boy. I can't seem to find May because she left me in the dust, so here I am wondering the forest not knowing where to go. She said something in her story about a river, I think? I feel bad that I've neglected my other friends but they don't get it. They just don't understand. I wish they would.
I hear water rushing in the distance and I sprint towards it hoping to find a river. As I head through the trees a small clearing opens up where a river rushes steadily and sparkles off the sunlight that has just recently poked out from the dark storm clouds. I climb over shrubs that lie across the forest floor and into the river. The cold water seeps through my pants and onto my legs making a chill run through my spine. I hurry through the river careful not to trip and fall into it and climb out on to the other side. Once I stand up again I look around while rubbing my ankles together trying to get warmth to them again. I need to find wander boys house.
After walking straight for awhile I come to a house that looks abandoned and trashed. Graffiti covers the outside and weeds are overgrown over it. I decide that this could be a home to someone or something and possibly it could be wander boys. I step onto the creaky porch and look into the broken screen of the door. I don't see anyone but a lone rat that scurries across the table.
"What are you looking for?" Mays high pitched voice startled me.
"Well I was looking for you." I said picking at the peeling paint on the door.
"Oops sorry, hey come around back" May said turning and skipping towards the back of the house. I follow her behind the house and watch as she opens a door that looks like it leads to the underneath of the house. She opens it and I follow her inside. The smell of moss runs through my nose and I sneeze. We walk through a short hallway and out into a large sitting area. It looks way nicer than the upstairs seemed to look. There's three maroon couches sitting in the middle and a dim light shines through the house. In the corner there is a recliner chair where I spot wander boy sitting, his one rabbit ear bent and his hat falling against his dark eyebrows.
"Hello." He finally speaks.
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Wanders
Teen FictionEvery night Finn watched as the rose gold sun went to sleep and the town fell quiet. She'd wait at those graffiti stained train tracks every night until she finally caught him. How long would it take? What secrets would she unfold?
