The wind sighed as it ran through the branches of the swaying trees in the park.

The boy looked up and saw leaves floating with eachother to the ground. He walked

on, and there was a pair of squirrels racing up the rough trunk of a tree. The boy

walked on, and saw a set of birds gliding happily in the wind. The boy shrugged and

strolled further on the path in the park, his jacket tied around his waist, waving in the

wind. He placed his hands in his pants’ pockets, and sauntered aimlessly further into

the park. All he came here to do was take a stroll and relax, but he wasn’t relaxed even

though his pace made it seem like he was. He was lonely.

He took a left turn on the path and found a bench, and there on it sat a girl that

looked to be somewhere around his age, all alone. She looked up at him, and the

sunlight glistened in her eyes. A smile spread across her face, and she motioned for him

to come sit with her.

He stepped slowly closer, for he was very uneasy when around girls. They made

him nervous when they looked at him, or when they talked to him, or any other time.

He loosened his shirt collar, and forced a smile back at her. His face started to feel

hotter and he realized he must be blushing. Sweat drops slowly formed on his forehead,

so he wiped his face with his arm, and continued to the bench.

The boy sat down next to the girl, but put a space between them. He fiddled

with his fingers, then finally threw the girl a glance to see that she was looking back at

him, her hair dancing in the zephyr. He thought he must look like a tomato because he

was blushing so hard. He thought she was probably going to laugh at him, but she

simply gazed at him with her big beautiful hazel eyes but squaked, “Hello!”

The boy covered his ears to try to minimize the sound he heard because she was

so loud. He squeezed his eyes shut, and stood up. The girl looked up at him kind of

upset as if she wished he would stay, stay and keep her company, but the boy paid no

attention to that, and walked away in a hurry. But the girl raised from the bench and

followed behind him. The boy whirled around, surprised to see the girl there following

him. But he turned around and increased his speed to try to get away from the

pursuer. This only made the girl go faster. The boy glanced behind him and saw her still

coming so he rushed down the path to get out of the park, yet she still followed. His

rosy cheeks, hot from blushing, faded away as he wisked down the path trying to

out-run the girl. One more left turn and he would almost be home. Half nervous about the girl close behind him, and half happy to almost be

out of the park and close to home, he went faster.

They crossed a busy street and the boy burst through the door of the building. He slammed and locked it shut

behind him before the girl could get it. He leaned against the door and panted heavily

from the workout of running all through the park to get away from the girl, as the door

bell rang over and over from the girl. But he was home now, he was safe. Perhaps right now it is

better for him to be alone.