If I’d said no. If I’d just said no….

“So, do you go to school around here?” He pried.

“No,” I lie, pulling my jacket over my chest.

He was chipper. “You must go to school. You’re so young. You’re probably very mature for your age.”

I’d heard that phrase before. The last man to tell me I was mature for my age was more than twice my age and wanted me for inappropriate things.

**“Yeah, I go to school. Homeschool” I prolong my dishonesty. **

If only I’d told him my dad was tracking my location.

“So what are you doing out here?”

“Waiting for my…boyfriend”

“That’s a shame. I’d like to make you happy.”

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Author’s Note: so I’m cutting this story off. Rough morning.