TITLE: Summer Lake
GENRE: YA Historical
All I’ve ever wanted is freedom from the paralyzing fear that has haunted me for the last seventeen years. To not have to watch over my shoulder every time I hear footsteps. To not be afraid of what might happen when I turn my back.
It’s only been a few hours, but I finally have it. And it feels damn good. I can breathe easy knowing I’m safe from the shadows that haunt me.
I lean forward, my elbows pressing into the rickety railing that surrounds the wood plank deck. It creaks and groans as I push on it. It’s weathered and beaten with white paint peeling off in uneven patches, exposing the raw wood underneath to the harsh elements.
A fresh start - that’s what this summer will be. A chance to figure things out without distraction. Without being held back by fear.
“Are you going to be ok over here tonight?” My grandmother approaches me from behind, her footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. An owl hoots in the distance, the sound bouncing off the lake and echoing into the trees.
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to being alone.” I watch the reflection of the moon dance on the water, graceful, like a ballerina.
“I’m glad you decided to come up here for the summer.” Her arm brushes mine as she joins me next to the railing. Side by side, we stare out into the inky blackness of the night.
“There was no way I could stay with my mom."