Odyssey of the Red Spider Lily

11

His name was Zachary Lawrence.

I had never heard of him. He seemed to be from our school's art class.

At night, the cold autumn wind crept into my clothes.

I did not want to go home. To be exact, I did not wish to see Elvis.

I hated the disgusted look in his eyes when he looked at me.

As I reached the crossroads, I was a little nervous and did not know where to go.

Zachary looked at me as I zipped up my clothes.

He laughed naughtily.

"Nowhere to go?"

He said as he bent down slightly with his hands in his pockets. His words hit me hard.

I tried to avoid his look and looked to the side.

Zachary reached out his hand to me.

……

It was the first time I held a boy's hand.

As our fingers crossed, our palms fit right together and warmed up as we walked.

I felt that we had walked a long way until the rain came pouring down.

He grabbed my hand and ran. The mud on the road stained our shoes, and the rain trickled down from our necks into our collars.