Up to this point I had Berkley and a few others to hang with, but this was my turn off. No other kids my age graced the deserted street. Forget kids my age, I would’ve settled for a sign of life. Not many houses either, that’s what made it lonelier. Even the trees sporadically placed appeared too far away from each other. Large trees that bent toward the center of the road hung like umbrellas masking the sky. At a different time I would’ve thought the fall colors pretty. But the changing shades only reminded me the leaves would soon be falling. More death. I sulked and kicked at the fallen ones, blaming them for their fate. As I approached the large blue Victorian I broke my stride and almost tripped over my own feet when I saw the sign on the lawn. A large cardboard sign, taped to the bottom of the mailbox. Kittens – free to good home. It hadn’t been there when I left for school this morning. Trust me; that’s one thing I wouldn’t have missed. My heart began to pound and I veered off the path toward home.
