The Girl at the Park

Date: 7/31/2021

By caitlynm14117

I had gone to this beautiful park that had all this long, beautiful grass. This was the second time I had been there; the first time it had been summer and now it was fall. There was a clearing in the trees and you could see this city in the distance, which I thought was Atlanta at first, but it sure doesn’t look like Atlanta. I go to the swings and sit by this girl who starts talking about music with me. Then her parents come and tell her she has to go, but before she leaves she tells me about my grandma dying (which she’s not dead) and some other family members’ problems. I get freaked out and ask her who she is and how she knows all this, to which she sadly replies, “Oh, you don’t remember me?”