“Did you see her?” James whispered.
“No,” Charles said, “and quit pushing me before I fall off
the cliff.”
“Sorry.”
James looked away so Charles couldn’t see his red cheeks. He
couldn’t believe he’d finally seen the English Lady under the tree. He’d heard
about her for years but thought it was just a tall tale. The only problem was
that everyone else would think it still just a tale if Charles didn’t see her
too.
“Come on, I’m ready to go home.” Charles pushed himself off
the ground and was almost standing before James jerked him back down.
“Look!” James shouted. When the lady turned his way, James stumbled
and would have fallen off the cliff had Charles not caught him. Unfortunately,
that meant Charles had missed her again.
“Let’s go,” Charles
ordered, “before you kill us both.”
Charles shook his head, walking away. He couldn’t understand
how James, the smartest kid in the sixth grade, could believe such a tale. He
was still pondering how someone so smart could be so dumb when he heard the
bicycle bell trill across the field. He refused to turn around despite the
goose bumps creeping up his arms.
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