You shiver slightly as a cool breeze weaves its way through the trees, seemingly finding any possible gap in your jacket with a mind of its own. Pulling your coat tighter around you again, you also reach up and tuck a lock of your long dark red hair back behind your ear, having escaped from the ponytail you are currently sporting. You turn your attention back to your sketchbook, currently working on a half-finished sketch of the lake before you; the water softly lapping at the edge of the bolder you are perched on. Around you rustle the remaining leaves on the trees, as the persistent wind tries to pluck the last holdout leaves of the fall season.
You try to concentrate on the drawing taking shape, but your mind keeps wandering back to worrying about your mother. It isn’t easy for your mother, being a single mother after a one night stand all those years ago. With the two jobs she regularly works, you don’t see her very often anymore, and you have yet to be able to keep a job for long to help out. Looking over at the setting sun, you know that you still have a couple hours before she gets to go home. You should be getting on your way though, so you put the finishing touches on your sketch and hop off the rock.
You happen to catch your reflection in the water, the small ripples in the water slowing enough for you to make it out. Your eyes trace over your reflected face, cute and nicely framed by your hair. Your gaze trails down across your 19 year old body, zaftig despite any amount of exercise and/or dieting, so you had just come to accept the small amount of extra weight. Your self-reflection is cut short when you feel like someone or something is watching you and hear a branch snap behind you. Whirling around, you can’t find anything, though you decide to move along anyways.
Tucking your sketchbook under your arm, you set off, never quite losing the feeling that you are being watched. Picking up your pace, you can just about see where the trees thin out ahead of you when you hear something again, and it’s closer to you this time.
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