Alex
Past
“Why are you following me?” I asked as I rounded another corner, looking for a spot to sit alone. My brothers were all in the basketball court, playing and learning. But basketball was boring, I easily win against all the kids except my own brothers. And if I wanted to play with my brothers, then I do it at home already.
Rushed footsteps came behind me and a moment later small fingers tugged on my blazer. “Slow down.” I didn’t. “Are we looking for a spot to hide?”
“Go back to your class.” I said as I quickened my steps.
I hated school. I didn’t want to come, but I couldn’t say no to my Dad and the way sometimes Mama looks at me with that concerned gaze makes me do all the things that’d make her happier. Since the day we came to live in Willow Creek, I saw how Mama smiles li
