TITLE: The Castle Blues Quake
GENRE: MG Paranormal
Watching o’er the gnarled limb
He does not whisper, does not stir
Time is running out for him
His only hope might lie with her
Man, that girl don’t scare, not easy, anyhow. Look how she kicks open that gate, paying no mind to that wolf spider. Big and hairy, I’d planted it there earlier, doing no good now, though. She just scrunches her nose and says, “Gross.” She strides through that creaky, rusty gate into knee-deep weeds like it was a just-mowed lawn. She’s no scaredy cat like the other girls that lived here. She could be trouble. But I’m just starting. I got plenty a other ways to scare.
This is my house. She and her family got to go.
The girl sits on the swing hanging from the tree, right below me. I’m not worried, though; no way can she see me, seeing as how I’m laid out on a branch like a snake high above her. She gives herself a good shove off the ground with her feet and glides back and forth with her legs stretched out in front a her.
She bends her head back, closes her eyes, and mumbles, “Wish you were here, Chrissie.” Then she recites a string of rhyming words, “Wish, dish, fish, squish, swish…hmmm, possibilities.”
All I’m thinking is, this girl ain’t right in the head.
She stops swinging, tugs a small notebook and pen from the back pocket of her jeans and scribbles something.