The end of the school day was welcomed with open arms, and Alex and I had walked home to do nothing fo the rest of the day. School the next two days was uneventful as always, and I looked forward to Friday, for the sole purpose of Practicing.
Every Friday Alex and I would go hiking to the furthest corner of the closet forest and, well, explore. No, not the wilderness. Ourselves, we would see what else we could find out about our state and if there was anything we could do about it. We never knew what we would find, and usually it wasn't much. But it gave us- er, me something to look forward too. Alex had Sarah, and sometimes I'll admit, I was jelous that he had something to get up for in the morning.
So it was Friday afternoon, and we had just gotten out of school. All I could think about was this afternoon. I could feel it in my bones, something big was going to happen, I just knew it somehow. Alex and I were walking down the street to our house when suddenly, he stopped dead.
"What, what is it?" I asked, worried. His eyes were wide and face pale. Well, paler than usual. Then his lips twitched and slowly stretched to form a silky grin. Then he spun around and my eyes followed to see three girls walking a good 50 yards behind us, leaning in and whispering to one another.
In the middle of the huddle, I noticed a small brunette with emerald green eyes and thin, rosy lips. She was significantly smaller than the other two, and I noticed she wasn't talking, but listening intently.
"Oh no," I moaned as the three of them came at the crossroad of our street and another street, Maple, and two of the girls turned on Maple, waving goodbye to the short one.
"She lives on our street," My head fell back to face the sky and I closed my eyes to think what I had done to deserve this kind of torture.
"Sarah lives on our street!" Alex exclaimed, triumphiantly shaking his fist in the air. He jumped a little bit when he did this, and I burst out laughing at his excitement. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Sarah's steady walk falter a little, and I quieted down immediately. Neither Alex nor I moved as Sarah looked up from under her brown bangs- exactly in our direction.
Her eyes sparkled with intrest, curiousity, and a hint of fear and she took a step towards us. Alex and I took a synchronized step back with hers, and we glanced shortly at each other. My feelings were mirrored in his expression. Danger. Fear.
Just then I heard a door open behind us and I froze myself, reaching down in a swift movement to grab Alex's hand to tell him to stop moving. Sarah's head jerked up in the direction of the sound, and I heard a voice.
"Sarah! What are you doing out there? Get in here right now!" I followed Sarah's eyes slowly to see a middle-aged woman hanging out a door with an oven mit on one hand. Her eyebrows were furrowed and lips parted in an angry frown. Sarah nodded, but her eyes flickered back to us.
I heard Alex gasp faintly and squeezed his hand. Don't move, I urged him silently, please don't move. He seemed to listen to my silent plea when Sarah walked into her house, not pausing to look back to us. I let out a sigh of relief as soon as her mother shut the wooden door.