Rachele Detwiler

On The Run

I heard rustling in the bushes to my right, I looked over to see if there was an animal of some sort but saw nothing. It was hard to see anyway with the sun shining in my eyes. It has to be at least a hundred degrees out. I was trying to catch some sun by the pond behind our house but after twenty minutes I almost couldn’t take it anymore. Summers in southern Georgia were brutal, I keep begging mom to move further north, but she doesn’t want to leave her job.