She walked forward slowly, noticing the large bolder that was stationary in the middle of this old field. It intriged her, and it held stories, because, she could see the tiny etchings on its side, stick figures of whom ever was here last. This had to be his spot, the boy that fascinated her. Something inside her told her, this was that boys area and she had just boldly treaded upon it. Yet, she never realized that same boy she followed home form school was right behind her, watching her, wondering. (Yeah..ok..i just decided to do a real quick 1.5 hours doodle from a scene in my rp...I couldn't help it XDDD)