I would not believe it if I was told about it, if my eyes saw the event

occur naturally or if I saw her face that night; I would not believe.
The trees were tall and broad with branches that stretched out into
wide indescribable patterns with diaphanous leaves that filtered the
light. The cool autumn light illuminated the warm leaves of the trees,
sidewalks and parks will be littered with leaves of Fall as the trees
slowly undress themselves for the coming cold. My red winter jacket
was puffy with seams that dug into horizontal rows, The blue denim
jeans fit well with hem resting above my dark black Nikes. I unzipped
my jacket and shrugged my shoulders to pull off it. I sat saddled on
my bicycle by the side of a road with my foot propped on the black
tar. I placed my jacket into my basket built in front of my handlebars.
The sun rested above the horizon as midday slowly dyed away into a
bleak dark afternoon. I waited for her arrival for a few minutes right
after my school activities. I spent my time with the newspaper club
but rarely participated directly; I would help out my cousin as much
as I could or busy myself with the pictures. I took a strange interest in
pictures to the point Ezra even considered teaching me how to use a
camera although I had no reason to decline her request I feel a sense
of regret. My head pulled back with my cheeks puffed as I exhaled air
dramatically and stared at the sky for a moment. She will never take
this long to exit the music halls, especially on Wednesdays. My ears
can pick out the faint crunch of leaves, my head leaned with my sight
rotated off normal. Her figure was small approaching from the
distance, a light knitted jersey was on her short sleeve shirt, and her
appropriate three-finger skirt. I lifted my head and watched her inch
closer to me. Her blonde hair was long with bronze highlights
emitted from the cool light. She stood in front of my bicycle while
balancing on the curb, Her head fell to one side with strewn hair
splayed on her face. Her lips puffed out as the hair on her face
bounced out and landed on a faint smile. “I drive.” Her soft cool
voice had a rosy hoarse tone behind her vocals that made the mood
feel warmer than normal. “No.” I declined as I nudged my head back
before leaning forward with my hands on the handlebars. I felt the
bike settle from behind at the further end of the vehicle. Her body
leaned closer to my back with her one hand placed on my shoulder,
her grip was loose; but made its presence felt as her palm will
squeeze slightly. My foot was pushed off the ground and lifted onto
the pedals as the bicycle began to move. I could feel the bicycle sway
but leaned my shoulders forward with my pushing and rising faster. I
rode on but my head shifted to catch a view of her in my peripheral.
Her hair was pulled to and fro in a blur, her eyes fixed on the
suburban houses and neat-cut green lawns. She always seemed far
away with her unsteady gaze and her body poised. Her feet will
stamp the earth, following the dirt trail crossing through the fair
woods. Her hands will brush across the leaves of the foliage while
her other hand with a short stick will raise and fall in wide swoops
with crackling cuts of leaves falling. I followed behind with my stick
fisted onto my hips swaying ever so slightly to my steady
advancements. My lips will mutter lyrical mumbles of words along a
tune with simple but a catchy melody that remained in my mind
from the breakfast had, sitting on the table with the radio blaring in
the living room with the furniture pushed along the tile floor. “What
singing?” her voice peaked into a pre-adolescent high pitch. “Hmm…
don’t know but it was on tha’ radio when mama was cleaning.”
“Then don’t sing if you sing it if you don’t know it.” She will respond.
We will trek the vast woods in a journey that would be a hundred
miles for our impressionable minds. She acts as a brave adventurer
and found myself acting as a competent partner. We would climb
trees, run through bushes and hide behind the boulders from
enemies we perceived as casual disturbances from nature. The plays
slowly matured into walks that will reach an open glade that
oversees an old house we watched over with a strange curiosity
view. We sat on the grass sometimes on a blanket if any one of us
could remember but my legs felt the soft green tendrils flatten under
my legs. “It wasn’t that horrible, Candace, I mean your mom
disregarded your wishes but everyone had a pleasant time,” I spoke
out with my eyes downcast but raised them to be met with her
standing in front of me. Her figure was tall from my view and lanky
with her elbows sticking from her sides and her forearms raised
behind her upper back. The thin white diaphanous net covered her
shoulders running down a few inches to a midpoint into her armpits
with cream-white material running from her shoulders down to the
ends of her dress. “I told her, I mean a few weeks ahead how I
wanted the party to be like,” She muttered shakily under her breath.
After a moment, her neck twisted as her head in a side profile
became visible. “It’s my thirteenth birthday, I wanted to do a Raiders
of the Lost Ark theme but mother finds it to be unladylike,” her voice
dropped an octave to imitate her mother's stern voice at the last
word. “After some convincing, I thought she will make it happen; oh,
how I was disappointed that morning. I just feel like she doesn’t do it
for me but for them.” She turned around fully and stepped forward
to take a sit next to me; Her knees hugging between her arms with
her chest resting on her thigh. I looked at her and spoke softly to her.
“Your mother does things that may seem like they meant to protect
you but she doesn’t realise they are hurting. She may be quite the
bitch,” I could snigger from her after the harsh word. “but doesn’t
matter you will have better birthdays in the future.” A comfortable
silence settles while I watch her stare across at the abandoned
mansion. “I will run away, I swear, I will get away; as far as possible.”
I would hear it again; I felt her hand clench into a fist on my shirt and
tug. “My turn,” she uttered then I dropped my feet on the tar and
felt the grating drag under my soles. I got off the seat and stood
aside with one hand holding the handlebar. She jumped off the back
of the bicycle and hopped forward. Placing her hands on the
handlebars before raiding her leg in a wide arc over the seat. Her
back arched, her shoulders leaned forward with her buttocks barely
touching the seat. The bicycle accelerated past me leaving my loose
grip brushed off the handle. “Hey!” I shouted watching the speeding
cyclist let out a cheerful cheeky squeal. I began a moderate jog as the
distance shortened, While pedalling her head turned to the side as
her eye noticed my advancements. Her head whipped back with
shrieks of playful terror, and her legs rose and fell faster than usual
with the bike moving faster. We were approaching a shallow
elevated slope that wasn’t much of a hill. She reached the slope,
even with her sheer effort behind the rigorous pedalling and the
bicycle slowly decelerated at its climb. I reached a few steps behind
the bicycle, and reached my arms behind the seat with a hand placed
on the seat as my other hand reached onto one of the handlebars
and pushed. She seemed to notice my assistance as her legs
continued to move the gears at the same rate.