Note: The story may contain content for older readers in the upcoming chapters.
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“Must you always be so sarcastic?” Andy complained, skipping ahead a few feet before slowing his pace to match mine once more.
“I’m not sarcastic,” I said, kicking a leaf and hearing the noise of cement colliding with rubber. “I’m honest. There is a fine line between sarcasm and honesty.” I finished, flashing him a teasing look.
“I know.” He replied, watching the ground. “You cross it enough.” I snorted at his response, but kept silent otherwise. Andy and I had met each other three years ago when we started high school, and after awhile became friends. His house was closer to school by a couple of blocks, so we normally walked to and from school together until we reached his house and I went on alone. We passed a house with a fence up against the sidewalk, where the horses normally came up to greet people as they walked by.
“We should bring some carrots or something for them sometime.” I suggested to Andy, beckoning at the horses. Andy shrugged before responding to me.
“And where are we going to get the carrots? Carrots don’t exist in my home.” I rolled my eyes at him before continuing the conversation. We spoke for awhile before finally reaching his house, where we said our goodbyes and I walked on. I occasionally kicked the autumn leaves off the sidewalk and into the road, or sometimes kicked a small rock into someone’s driveway. I turned down the street where my house was, and after walking only a few feet, I heard the thrumming of footsteps behind me and turned to see Andy running after me.
“My parents are going to be at work for awhile, you could come to my house and we could play some video games or something while they can’t be bothered by it?” He suggested.
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That day had been so casual. So normal. But I never made it back home. I had stayed at Andy’s house until about an hour before his parents got home with his threat hanging over my head; but after what happened there, I couldn’t just go back home, could I? I could have lived my life almost unchanged if I had gone home, but nothing would ever be the same again.
