Jay

  It was the third of june when i started heading out to the old railroad tracks behind the forest. I found serenity in the surroundings; the green trees always knew how to comfort my soul in the times of need. My father was going through his second divorce, nothing that anybody had ever expected.
  It was midway through the summer of august when i started hearing things. I could have sworn I was going crazy; I heard voices every time I was out at the track. They even sounded like they were talking to me, responding to all the questions I asked of the rusted rails. I knew it had be my mind; the voice was as sweet as sugar. A man's voice that was filled with the knowledge of an fifty year old. I'd find new things every time along the track, pieces that were made from the surrounding forest. It was like ... like they were left for me.
  And then one day, as I was sitting, talking about the kid who lived down the road, the trees started moving. My first instinct that it was just the wind, playing a nasty trick on a girl with a lot of problems. But then feet started extending from the trees. And arms. And a torso. A boy, about the same age as me, had emerged from the forest. I was stunned; taken back by the fact that he was here. I stammered to try and form a reasonable question. "Who ... who are you?"
  His smile was sincere. "They call me Jay," his voice; oh the voice of my imagination. "I'm sorry to intrude. I just thought that, you know, since it's been almost two months that I've been helping you that we should finally meet. Although, I have seen you before. Lots of times. Every day."
  I was still in shock, not able to form correct words to express how I felt. This boy knew everything about me from what I had told him in the past couple weeks. How stupid was I.