It was a warm spring day when Kyle finally came for me. My father was on his side of the house, reading or talking on the phone or whatever it was he did. I took the pink comforter from my bed, and the boom box, and snuck out through the back yard, handing them over the cinderblock wall to Kyle in the alley behind my house. I was extremely nervous, shaking, and couldn’t think of anything to say as I got into the passenger’s seat of Kyle’s family sedan, and away we drove, toward the enormous purple WaterMelon mountains that flank the city of City X on the east.
