The Mystery Girl by Rebecca Sawyer (free e reader TXT) đ
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It was that silent girl that nobody knew about, who held the most secrets. Nobody knew why she didnât talk or why nobody had snatched her up into their group. She had all she needed to be one of the popular girls, a good body, a pretty face, she is just, quiet. I donât know, maybe she just doesnât want to be a part of a group, maybe people ask if she wants to hang out and she just shakes her head and goes back to starring at her phone.
She is leaning up against the brick wall of the school waiting for her bus to pull in so she can get on and sit in the seat right behind the bus driver. I want to go over and talk to her, she looks like she needs a friend. She smiles for a brief second and goes back to the plain expression she normally has on her face and taps around on her screen. Most likely responding to a message⊠maybe she does have friends.
âMalinda!!â someone calls out pulling myself from my thoughts and making me snap my head around to look for who called my name out. I see Max walking my way smiling so I quickly flash one back.
Max is a good friend of mine, well he is like my best friend and a brother figure who always looks out for me, which is nice because otherwise I might have been in lots of trouble with lots of people. âHey!!â I yell back before he gets to me
âWhat were you starring at? You have been looking that direction for like 10 minutesâ he asked curiously with a hint of concern. I turn back around and notice that sheâs gone, most likely on her bus. I think about who she was talking to, whoever it was got her to smile. They must be important to her. âHELLO!â someone says which snaps me back to the conversation again, shoot, what did he ask again? Oh right, he asked what I was I starring at.
âSorry, I was just thinkingâ I answer softly.
He looked at me skeptically as if pondering my answer âwhat about?â
I glanced back at the spot she was standing at, then looked back at Max âjust things. I better get to my bus before I miss it.â I say hurrying off to my bus waving to Max behind me. He looks at me confused for a second then just sighs and waves back and walks off back to his buddies. I get on my bus and sit down in my seat behind the heater. I take out my headphones and plug them in to my phone and put them in my ears.
After about half the stops it was my stop next. We started to pull up to my stop when I got a text from Max but I decided not to look at it until I got off the bus, I said thanks to the bus driver and got off. I started walking up to the house but already heard my dad yelling at my mom so I just kept walking, and instead went to the park at the end of my road. Itâs where I like escaped to, and sometimes even slept the night there in the summer season. I looked at maxâs text finally while sitting on the swing lightly swaying back and forth.
Max: âwhat was all that earlier?â
Me: âlike I said, I was just thinkingâ
Max: âand starring off into space?â
Me: âyeah of courseâ
Max: âoh, it was just strange, kinda unlike you.. and running off like thatâ
Me: âyeah sorry, just didnât want to miss the bus.â
Max: âI donât believe you but Iâll let it slide for now, what you up to?â
Me: âswingingâ
I replied simply but truthful. I know he understands this because we talk about everything, and like I said, he is like my big brother.
Max: â*sigh* they are at it again, Iâll be there in a bitâ he said meaning he is coming to the park.
Me: âyou donât have toâ
Max: âyes, I do. We donât need you sleeping in the park again and getting sick.â
I didnât respond because I knew it was useless to argue against him, he is coming no matter what I tell him, Iâve tried it before. As I sit swinging a car pulls up and at first I think that it was max but I was wrong. Three teenage boys get out of the car. They go to my school, Iâve seen them around and they hang around Max a bit. There the skaters, but the good ones, by that I mean the ones who donât do drugs. They go to parties but they only have a cup of beer. Iâm not going to lie they are hot and the one with the brown hair who is taller Iâve had a crush on for a while.
They look over toward me and one of them nudges the brown haired one and smiles, he nudges him back and says something I canât hear. They look like they are walking towards the outdoor skate park thatâs right next to the small playground, but instead one of the other guys with light sandy brown hair stops and calls out to me
âMalinda! Come hang out with us in the skate parkâ I look around kind of skeptically then he calls out again, âcome on its not like youâre doing anything else.â
He does have a point, Iâm just sitting here wasting away, might as well do it in the company of others. âAlrightâ I call out as I slowly get up from the swing and make my way over by them. I pick up on their names as they are talking back and forth to each other, tall one I have a crush on is named Owen but I knew that already. Jack is the one who called me over, and the other guy has midnight black hair and his name is Chad.
Owen sparked up a conversation with me since he realized that I was quiet and not really âinâ on their conversation. âDo you know how to skateboard?â he asked curiosity filling his voice completely.
I looked up at him to only see that he was staring at me and I was then realizing that I had been walking with my head down. âNo, I mean I know the basics, but who doesnât?â I said not really knowing where this was leading up to.
âYeah I guess youâre right.â He said kinda chuckling. He walked in silence for a second before he asked another question âdo you want to learn, I can teach you, that is if you want.â He rambled on a bit.
âSure. It might be fun.â I said smiling at him.
All of a sudden it looked like he relaxed a lot, I didnât even notice he was tense. He grinned big at me, while we walked through the fenced in outdoor park. âFirst youâll need a skateboard. Follow meâ we walked back out of the park to a small building with someone standing in the cut-out window. He went to the window and told they guy I needed a board.
They talked back and forth a lot, about wheels, brands, types, and a bunch of other stuff. Owen turned around âwhatâs your favorite colorâ
âpucky greenâ I said
âWhat?â he asked laughing âare you serious?â
I shake my head laughing âno, Iâm just kidding, itâs orange.â
He laughs a little before turning around and going back to talking with the guy. I sat down on the ground because I figured it would be awhile and looked at my phone. I got a text from max saying he couldnât make it and that he was sorry for not coming, so I told him it was alright and that I was with Owen, Jack, and Chad. But he didnât reply.
I look up to see Owen pulling out his wallet âwhat are you doing?â I ask really confused.
âPaying⊠What else would I be doing?â he said as if it was the dumbest question in the world.
âYou donât have to, I have money.â I said, not wanting him to waist his money on me.
âJust think of it as a gift. A present for your birthdayâ he says like no big deal as he passes over the money and the guy hands him the board. I just shake my head not wanting to carry this out.
Owen sets the skateboard on the ground and hops on. He does a few laps around me before hopping back off and says âwell it rides well, thatâs a good thing.â He stands in front of me and extends his hand down to mine to help me off the ground. I take it and he pulls me up like I weigh nothing, donât get me wrong, Iâm a skinny girl, medium height with light brown hair. To him itâs like he picked up a feather. He kicked the skateboard up and caught it with his other hand then handed it to me.
âThanks, but you really didnât need to buy it.â
âMy pleasure, and I wanted to buy it, end of subject. Now letâs teach you how to skate.â
Chapter 2A few hours later and one scraped knee I was finally starting to get the hang of it but of course something always has to happen and a little kid comes running out in front of me. I try to stop but end up falling forward right onto my face. I lay there not wanting to get up as my face is stinging. I hear Owen ride up next to me then ask âare you okay?â concern leaking out with every word.
âNo.â I say a little snippy still not wanting to move. âMy face hurts.â
âLet me seeâ he demands with worry.
I roll over onto my back and wince as the fresh air seeps into my open wounds âis it bad?â I ask
ânah.â He says relaxing a bit âyou just scraped up your chin and left temple a bitâ he explains like no big deal. âCan you stand? You should probably get that washed up. Iâm sorry.â He rambled like it was all his fault.
âShhhh!!! Youâre going to give me a headache. Help me up, and itâs not your fault.â I explain. He helps me to my feet and I get a bit dizzy so a brace onto him until I can see straight. He helps me over to the bathrooms and sets me down on a bench outside the menâs room. He disappears behind the big wooden door and reappears holding damp paper towels. He sits next to me and twists me so Iâm facing him and then gets to work on washing out the small rocks stuck to the red flesh.
When heâs done he kisses me on the forehead and tells me I need to be more careful. I just laugh and shake my head. He smiles a bit and again he relaxes. I still donât know how he can hide it so easily, I want to learn how he does it. âWant to head back to
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