From my YA WIP, "Anemone"
I stepped off the bus into the warm sunshine and waved goodbye to the guys as they walked toward their street. The bench caught my eye, almost glowing with its emptiness. I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder and turned to head home.
As the roar of the bus faded behind me, I heard a hesitant voice.
“Brady?”
I turned again and saw Reagan sitting in the same spot as this morning, wearing the same clothes. Her eyes looked worried.
“Where did you come from?” I asked.
“Here. You walked right past me.”
I raised an eyebrow and laughed. “Okay. Where are the cameras?”
“This isn’t a joke, Brady,” she said in a raised voice. There was that anxious vibe again, emanating off of her like steam.
I sat next to her with a mock stern look. “Because if I’m going to end up on some reality show, I feel like I should comb my hair or something.” That made her smile. “There it is.” I smiled back.
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