Maryland

The tree (it was as big as this)

Jefferson, Maryland

The view from the old lady's abode (not as eerie as this though lmao)

The sunset view from the hill (this is a late golden hour)

“Mom, do you remember who took me home that night? When … you know… you got so angry?” Bella asks when she knows and remembers exactly  who did. She ponders that perhaps, her Mom recognised her as Lucky .

Mrs. Williams lips form a curve and  spaced out for a moment as she thinks. “Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you about it. I really thought she was Lucky. Was about to dial Alas if they were in town. But it came to me that they were spending their vacation in Spain, so I decided not to bother those two.” She answers as she the honey off her fingers and gives Bella the plate of the pancakes.

“You did not say that. Somebody that looks like Lucky?” With eyes-widened Bella pretends, feeling guilt to herself. “I refuse to believe that, Mom.”

“Oh, believe it or not, I saw her with my two own eyes.” She replies with her raised brows. “You must find that girl and invite her over for dinner. Anytime. Bring her here anytime because I am going to repay her kindness.”

Kindness, my . That’s probably what Natie will say. Speaking of Natie, it’s not that Bella forgets about her intentionally. Well, because Bella has been very focused with arts and she didn’t have much time checking out with the others. And just like what Natie said last time, she won’t call Bella but the latter should call her. And they have never had contact since then. What a joke.

“I can’t believe mom permitted me to leave the house just to look for Rafa…” Bella sighs in exasperation while hitting her head against the tree. She’s back under the tree, sanguine that Rafa might show up here. She hits her head even worse when her bike pops up to her mind. What if Rafa had it sold or even worse? That’s not impossible. Nothing is, with Rafa.

“What the are you doing here?”

Bella shivers through her nerves when she hears the voice.

That was fast, Bella thinks. It was almost too easy to summon Rafa just by thinking about her.

“Are you stalking me? You a weirdo or what? ‘Cause honestly, you’re creeping the outta me.” 

Bella takes her time to collect herself while being completely vexed by Rafa’s accusations. And how dare she call Bella a weirdo when in fact she’s the one who’s acting like one.

Bella breathes for a couple of seconds while hugging her art materials and journal close to her. The latter then turns to her  and is about to tell her about what her mom told her this morning when she sees something special to her in Rafa’s hands. “That’s mine…”

Of course, Rafa knows it. She was the one who destroyed the chain of the bike just to antagonise Bella but it has gone terribly. “Go on. Take it,” Rafa tells her nonchalantly.

And Bella can’t choose which mood Rafa is in. If the latter is playing tricks on her or she’s dead-serious about it. But Bella couldn’t read the bully’s facade.

“What’re you standing there, you ing idiot?!”

Bella jolts lightly in her surprise that her stuff fell when Rafa raises her voice at her. She quickly picks her things up as Rafa watches her vexedly. “Who the brings their belongings without a bag? Are you acting cool?”

Bella feels hurt with Rafa’s talking-s. She gets Rafa’s point but this is what she wants. She hates wearing bags, especially the slings one. She feels uncomfortable with it hanging around her shoulders.

“Goddamnit. You’re so slow!” Rafa yells at her again. The latter helps the other girl and puts them– throws them in the front basket. Although i