You were biking down the streets of the small town you lived in. You felt yourself calm down as the crisp autumn breeze blew against your skin. You needed a break. From your mom, from her boyfriend, from school, from everything.

You got a bit distracted while you were biking, realizing you were about to crash into a car. You swerved out of the way and onto the sidewalk, people jumping out of your way as you mumbled an apology. You looked back for a second, but didn’t look back in front of you in time to realize you crashed into someone’s wooden fence.

The wheels on your bike started to spin uncontrollably as the pedals flew beneath your feet. You eventually bumped into a tree, falling onto the ground, the crunchy leaves overtop of the grass slightly cushioning your fall. You heard a boy call out from the treehouse on top of the tree.

“Hey, you okay?”

He asked, as he started descending himself down from the treehouse to check on you. He looked like a bit of a geeky guy, wearing black jeans and a band tee, layered with a brown, orange and black flannel. He had short, curly brown hair.