I couldn’t tell what time it was. Griffin led the way through the thicket, jumping over rocks and overgrown roots. I started overheating in my jacket, so I tied it around my waist. It might’ve been half a mile until we got to his destination.

The trees cleared a wide path, its treetops forming a dome ceiling. Names were carved into the bark, stuff like J+C and I Luv U, V. Ahead was a long bridge made of walnut wood. Roots wrapped around the railing, even harboring flowers. Either side of it led to a rocky foundation.

I followed Griffin onto the bridge.

It overlooked a pond forming a semicircle about ten feet below. Lime green grass and tiny lilac flowers coasted it. Golden light speckled the glittering surface.

“Whoa!” I muttered.

“I know,” he said. “You know what’s even cooler?”

He pointed to the far side of the river, which met a rocky wall. Basically a cliff. Deep at the base of it was a cave. Thin, balding trees and fallen hollow branches swarmed the opening.

“I never saw a cave in real life,” I muttered, resting my arms on the rail.

“That’s the only one I ever seen,” Griffin said. “You excited for the new year?”

“Not at all. I don't remember any of my teachers’ names.”

Griffin scrolled through his phone for a second, then handed it to me. “Hmm. Can I get your number?”

“Oh, uh…” I typed my phone number in a notepad app he'd opened, which would've taken two seconds if it weren't for my shaky hands.

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“So… my little brother goes to East Caedispear. He'll be in fourth grade. Ollie.”

“Mine too. His name's Andy.”

He turned his gaze back to the shimmering water.

I didn't want to, but looking at the water made me afraid I would throw his phone in it. It could happen. He bit his nail as he studied the pond. I guess he wanted me to hold his phone for him.

“When'd you want to head back?” I tapped my finger on the wood.

“Whenever you want.”

“So like a few hours?”

He grinned. I didn’t really understand what that meant, but I knew it was a yes.

The void of the cave far ahead stared back at me. There was no way any animal could live there. If they ran too far, they’d probably fall into space. I found myself nearly falling asleep. Not in a bored way, just so concentrated I was dreaming. I gave Griffin back his phone.

The forest cooled down as morning turned to midday. Griffin and I continued to admire the colorful painting that is Murderkill, but the pond’s sparkle started to fade.

“My mom texted,” I said. I looked at my phone. “She’s getting us lunch. Guess we should head back.”

“She sounds really nice.” Griffin smiled.

“We’re getting burgers and fries. You want a soda?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He stretched his arms and legs. “Get ready for the journey back.”

I wish I could time travel: I’d still be exhausted by the end of the walk, but at least I wouldn’t have to experience it. I trudged behind him and distracted myself on my phone. I didn’t have anything to say. What would he even want to hear?

It felt like an hour before we escaped the woods.