**********************8 years later**************************

“Jade Carson!!” my teacher shouts my name. Back to the cruel reality.

“Sorry, sir,” I said, pretending to focus back on the lesson.

“Hmph. As I was saying…” Mr. Sanchez said, returning to the lesson, me droning his voice out.

He hardly ever sees me in the back, and only catches me day-dreaming every new moon (in other words, a couple of times). So I’m always in my own little world. I draw, sketch, read, and just do whatever I want as he bores the entire class about history lessons they don’t give a fuck about.

I’m so glad its my Senior Year and school is over in a couple of days.

I look over into the track field, which can be seen from the classroom. Empty since it was rainy last night.

At least I thought for a second it was empty.

Our eyes met, and memories of my 10 year old mind come back together.

It was him again. The man I saw in the secret meadow 8 years ago in the park. Who was he??

It was the bell that yanked me from my thoughts and scared me into oblivion. Classes are over for the day. 4 more days left.

I look back outside, but the man is gone.