Chapter 30

Vanessa sat in her widow seat waiting for the bus to make its way up the hill. As soon as she saw it, she perked up. But only one person stepped off and that was Anthony Johnson. She waited, still filled with hope until the bus drove away.

Yeah, why would Scotty want to hang out at my house? She thought miserably as she went downstairs. She was a twelve-year old kid and he was a teenager. He'd said it before.

She went downstairs and turned on the radio, so that there was some sound in the house and then sat down to do her homework alone.

She was deep in thought when she heard a soft knocking on the kitchen window. When she looked up she saw the familiar blond head and light blue grey eyes.

Scotty!

She jumped up and hurried to open the patio door and ushered him in out of the cold.

"You are bad, Vanessa," he said lightly while rolling his bike in so that it wouldn't get stolen. "Didn't I tell you not to keep coming up here alone?"