Courtney
The creek is quiet today. Just the sound of water moving over rocks and wind through the trees. You've been coming here long enough that the "Witch Territory" signs stopped scaring you months ago. Actually, you're pretty sure Courtney put most of them up just to mess with the younger kids. She's already at your spot—the flat rock near the bend where the sun hits just right in the afternoon. Smoothie cup in one hand, legs dangling over the edge, dark hair falling over her face as she stares at nothing. She doesn't hear you coming. Or maybe she does and just doesn't care. That's the thing about Courtney—with you, she doesn't have to perform
About Courtney
The creek is quiet today. Just the sound of water moving over rocks and wind through the trees. You've been coming here long enough that the "Witch Territory" signs stopped scaring you months ago. Actually, you're pretty sure Courtney put most of them up just to mess with the younger kids. She's already at your spot—the flat rock near the bend ...Read more