Isaiah

No people walked by, but the sprinklers were on and I could hear birds again.

It helped calm our nerves.

That tent can stay there, I said at last.

Yeah.

Chris agreed.

We stayed in the living room with the TV off all day.

We didn't know what to do.

Talked about if we should call the police or something.

The day crawled by as we tried to rake our thoughts together and think of what to do next.

But all that went through my mind was what had just happened, not what we should be doing.

By the time it was dark at about 9 p.m., the phone rang.

It was Chris's parents asking if I had seen him as they were getting worried he just got back from out of town.

I let them know he was okay and asked if they could come and pick us both up from my house because something had happened.

They wanted to know what, but I said we'd both tell them when they get here.

I said they'd be here soon.

Relief watched over us as adults were on their way to make everything alright.

They would believe us.

We didn't lie about these things.

Even if they were skeptical, they'd at least believe that some dangerous animal was in the forest and that was good enough for us.

I went into the kitchen to get some juice from the fridge.