I fidgeted with my shirt, staring up at the building in front of me.
Her lips brush my cheek and I don't quite jump. "Relax." She whispers into my ear. "You'll be fine."
"Easy for you to say." I retort back, rubbing my cheek as I turned to her. "You haven't been missing in the woods for almost two years."
"It's like riding a bike."
"No it's not, biking is about balance, this..."
"Is about balancing as well. Just don't go climbing the side of the building and after a week people won't look at you twice."
I frowned. "A week?"
"You'll do fine." She reassured me again, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward. "Just tell yourself you belong here."
Maybe. I shook my head, reluctantly resisting the urge to stop and run the other way. I hardly felt like a belonged here. Already I could feel the stares from the windows, checking out the 'new' guy. The guy no one had seen since halfway through Jr. High. Oh yah. This was going to be exactly like riding a bike. Not.
-Inspiration from watching the remake of Pete's Dragon
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