It’s like everyone has burst out of their cocoons and come out ready for fun, Meg thought. In the sloping, grassy field beyond the diamond, people were sunning themselves, throwing Frisbees, and having picnics. They rode past a noisy softball game on the public diamond, recognizing several of their friends from Shadyside High. It’s hard to pedal with no rubber on the pedals!
Shannon hopped back on her bike seat and pedaled away. If I knew this was going to be a nature field trip, I would’ve brought my notebook. A hummingbird.Īre we gonna keep riding, or what? Shannon asked impatiently. Ssshhhh, Meg interrupted, pointing to a bed of pink and purple wildflowers just ahead. With her coppery hair, blue eyes, and full, pouty mouth, Meg thought, Shannon looked just like that actress in the movies, Molly Ringwald. Shannon didn’t have any extra pounds to take off. I’ve got to burn off some of the extra pounds I put on this winter. Let’s keep going to the river, Shannon said, gliding past Meg, then turning around. Her two companions, pedaling their bikes leisurely, caught up to her.
She decided to keep the thought to herself. Her friends were always putting her down for saying things like that.
It’s like riding through a fairy-tale world, Meg thought. Dogwoods and cherry trees were already in bloom, blanketing Shadyside Park with splashes of white and pink. Sunlight filtered through the tall trees, with their fresh green leaves still unfurling. Meg Dalton pressed the handbrakes and skidded her bike to a stop on the dirt path. Of course he would.… CHAPTER 1 SATURDAY AFTERNOON He turned and took one last look at the body. He started to walk more quickly, his boots crunching loudly over dry twigs and weeds. He wiped the rifle handle off against his shirt and walked quickly along the path through the trees.Įverything was so fresh and leafy green. He wanted her to be with him, to care only for him, to feel just the way he did. He wanted to crush her, crush her, crush her. He would do anything, he realized, for her. She was always invading his brain, pushing away what he was supposed to be thinking about, until sometimes he thought she might drive him out of his mind.
How else could he describe her? He thought about her all the time. Especially if you didn’t think about it.Įspecially if you locked the whole picture up in some remote corner of your mind-and thought instead about… her. The rifle popped, cracked like a cheap firecracker.
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