We sat under a cherry tree that overlooked a little stream a few distance off the back woods of Elk Grove High. The sun shone grandly over the moving water, making it sparkle. The wind rustled the leaves and some cascaded down gracefully. There was an airy smell of blooming flowers although there were none in sight. I could only see green overgrown grasses and fallen twigs.
The scene was very picturesque and calming, but the girl next to me was restless.
We had mutually decided to ditch school at least until lunch period ended. She recommended that we find a serene place where she could retell the events of last Saturday, and I agreed because I wasn't ready to face Wendy and relive the fact that she couldn't remember me anymore.
I hadn't even considered how others would react to learnin
