I see a girl standing by the woods every day.
She isn’t real. She can’t be. My mom doesn’t see her. My dad thought I was crazy when I pointed her out to him and my sister didn’t even bother looking; she just insisted I was insane.
But I see a girl standing by the woods. She has curly brown hair that hangs just over her shoulders, bright green eyes, and freckles all over her face. Her sweater is a faded red color and it’s ripped and stained along with her jeans. She stands by the woods outside my house every single day, and no matter where I go she’s always looking at me.
