The-Unsung-Artist

Sometimes she walks so quickly. I mean I get it when she has to hurry off to some practice or rehearsal or something, but today is the one day of the week in which she has nothing. So my confusion was natural, she usually waits out by the weeping willow for me, so I can walk her home. She strode right past the tree, not even looking over to see if I was there. I called out, "Wait up! What's your hurry!?" No response, she crossed the street heading up the dirt path that leads in the general direction of the cabin she lives in with her mother and older brother. I ran after her, calling out again. She doesn't turn around. I look down at the mou