Hidden
Thoughts
I hid inside the house for the next few days.
Joe stayed with me a lot. During the day, when I knew that she was at school, we would go outside.
He showed me how to throw a baseball, a football.
"Now, if you want to learn how to really throw a football, go to Mr. Chris next door," he told me.
Mostly, though, I just sat on the driveway, soaking up the weak March sun as I tried to sort my thoughts.
It was difficult though. My thoughts were scattered everywhere, and right when I thought I had them collected, they would bolt away, like minnows in a pond.
What would happen if she continued this? I didn't know where she wanted to go with this.
What would happen when I finally went home?
What would happen if my dad didn't see me?
What would happen if he he did?
Joe stayed with me a lot. During the day, when I knew that she was at school, we would go outside.
He showed me how to throw a baseball, a football.
"Now, if you want to learn how to really throw a football, go to Mr. Chris next door," he told me.
Mostly, though, I just sat on the driveway, soaking up the weak March sun as I tried to sort my thoughts.
It was difficult though. My thoughts were scattered everywhere, and right when I thought I had them collected, they would bolt away, like minnows in a pond.
What would happen if she continued this? I didn't know where she wanted to go with this.
What would happen when I finally went home?
What would happen if my dad didn't see me?
What would happen if he he did?
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Hmmm.....I'm definitely going somewhere with this. I KNOW where it's going.