The Spirit 3 | Page 13

so I kept my mouth shut. Mabel and I lived on two different ends of town, so we always ended up having to go out separate ways at some point after we left. Today, I felt a never ending chill racing up and down my spine. I didn’t want to leave her side or be by myself. I was too afraid of the possibilities of something happening. I figured no one would be stupid enough to try and kidnap anyone in broad daylight but, people can be unpredictable in the worst of ways.

As always I came upon the usual crosswalk and had to stop due to traffic. It usually only took two to three minutes for the lights to change but, this felt like an eternity. I felt as though I might break my neck constantly checking my surroundings. Just as I feared, the one person I wanted to stay away from appeared as if out of thin air.

“There you are,” Randy exclaimed climbing out of his car smiling. “Man, you took off before I could say anything else.” His smiled seemed as if it were only a mask, a facade designed only to distract others from his true intentions. I directed my gaze to the concrete pavement, just waiting for the light to change. “Look, I just want to talk.” I didn’t answer him, I dared not look him in the eye, or else he’d see right through me. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, so just take this.” He handed me a ticket for tonight’s game.

“Don’t want it,” I mumbled.

“What?” he inquired. “I can’t hear you.”

“I don’t want it,” I repeated louder. “I don’t want to reject your generosity, but games aren’t really my thing. I don’t like big crowds so, sorry. You can just give that to someone else, you’d be wasting it on me.” I kept my gaze locked on the ground, yet I could feel his eyes burn through me.

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