HAROLD’S POV
The hair on my arms rose when I saw the person sitting at the side of the stream. I stood back up and looked around the tree to get a better view, and that's when I saw her.
She was a girl that I had assumed was around the same age as me. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and her sneakers were arranged next to her. She was sitting by the stream, braiding wildflowers into her long, dark hair, and her feet broke the calm of the stream at intervals as she swung her feet.
I was confused that someone else knew my secret spot. Ever since I found this place, I had been coming here an average of twice a week, and I had not seen any other person at the stream, so it was a shock.
A thought came through my mind, and I narrowed my eyes. What if she had been following me and found
