Collision- Chapter 1- Part 2

It felt like hours that we stood there that way, when in reality it was only a couple of seconds. “Hey,” his deep yet velvety soft voice broke through my daze. I quickly dropped my hand from his and looked up at his face. “My name’s Caleb,” he grinned, then he glanced quickly at the ground then back at my eyes. “I’m, I’m,” I shook my head a bit trying to remember my own name, “Meredith” I finally spat out. “Nice to meet you Meredith, I’m new around here. Just moved in to 58 Greene Street, actually.” 1

“58 Greene Street? I live right next door,” I smiled. “Well, aren’t I glad I just happened to go on a walk this way,” he paused grinning down at me. “Do you mind if I walk back with you?,” he asked. “Of course not,” I replied automatically, causing myself to blush. “Okay,” he nodded changing his grin to a smile then, back to a grin. After a few steps down the path I began to wonder more about my new friend. I built up the courage to speak “So, where are you originally from?”2

For a moment it looked as if he weren’t going to answer, he looked up at the trees. “Pennsylvania,” he chuckled as if to some inside joke. I nodded and switched the books I was carrying in my right arm to my left arm, he looked at me and stopped walking. “Here, let me help,” with his right hand he took my English and Chemistry books. “Better?” He eyed my backpack as if he were ready to hold onto that as well. “Yes, thank you, so much.”3

By the time we reached my driveway I knew more about him than I had expected, he was a really open person. We walked together up my long, tree surrounded driveway. “A lot of trees around here,” I gestured with my hands towards the trees around us. “Mm. The best part of fall are the leaves,” he said as he looked at the trees around him. I smiled, “absolutely,” I agreed. 4

As we arrived at the steps to my front door Caleb handed me my books. I walked up the steps and in one swift movement unlocked my door, twisted the door knob, and pushed it in. I placed my books on the counter right near the door. He stood in my driveway, “well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” he turned to leave. “Good bye Ca-,” I was cut off by a red Cadillac with tinted windows that raced up my drive way. Not that expensive cars were rare around my gated suburb, I’d just never seen that car. I stared at the car in confusion, who the heck could it be? 5