It was a small village. Drag, gray, and brown. It wasn't fun to be there, as there were not many parks to mess around with. Sheila walked around the small waterfall, that the town could barely afford. She wasn't poor, though she wasn't wealthy. She was touching the water running down, it had a nice, cool, feeling. She liked it, and reached in for more. She was quite bored after that, she has a very short attention span. She reached into her pockets and pulled out a leaf. She thought of going leaf hunting. But where? She had covered most areas. Then, two girls came walking by. “Hey, wanna go into the forest-” The old woman suddenly had an idea. She wanted to go into the forest to go leaf hunting, but she would have to do it with a partner. She didn't want to go into the dark, slightly creepy forest by herself. She looked at the small houses, and saw a old man staring out the window. She thought he looked lonely. She walked right over and knocked on the door. “Who are you?” the stubby old man said in a raspy voice. “What do you want?” “I came to ask if you would like to go into the forest with me to look for exotic leaves.” She said calmly, knowing that the man is annoyed. “Well no. I don’t want to.” He replied. He slammed the front door, and it almost hit her nose. She was shocked at the rudeness. Maybe he didn’t want to be messed with. She walked away slowly and kept turning back. Her bright close made everyone see her feelings. She was gloomy, and really wanted to go in the woods. She wanted to go with someone about her age though. She kicked some rocks and realized she could go by herself. Maybe. She was frightened of the forest but she needed to do something. She ran her hands against the cold water again. She sighed and looked at the old man again. He was getting his coat on? He unlocked his front door and opened it. He waved at Sheila. He was waving? Was he going to go? Sheila walked over and they quickly and silently walked to the forest. She was slightly confused why he had chosen to come with her. Maybe he was just lonely? Her mother had said not to assume things, and ask, but she didn't. She felt as if it were too personal to the man. ”What's your name?“ the man said. ”You didn't answer earlier.“ ”I'm Sheila, and I'm seventy-five.“ she said. She shrugged. ”What's your name?“ ”Ah, it's Jack.“ ”Sort-of old school isn't it?“ she said. ”Hey! You can't say that when you're older than me." he said jokingly. Sheila laughed and punched him on the shoulder. It was almost as she was…flirting with him. They continued down into the forest. Sheila luckily has a small dagger in her pocket, just in-case. She also brought her diary, instead of her notebook, because she lost it. “These mud holes are so-” she said to herself. “Sticky. Dagnabbit you holes!” she continued. “I need something- *grunt*” She kept walking on, but struggled. She saw a leaf she has never seen before. She collected it and put it into her knapsack. She had collected all the things she needed to study her leaves and left the forest with the short man. They hadn't talked much, but she kept looking at him. The looking continued. She stabbed the dagger into a wolf as it was approaching them. She was shocked and ran. Sadly the weapon backfired, and the wolf stabbed her in the leg. The man asked if she was okay, but she sure didn't feel like she was. She walked on, but her leg still hurt. It became a scar. The next day there was a small knock on her door. “Hello.” said a small little girl. The woman had to look down. Her hair was un-kept and her shoelaces were untied. She walked up onto the step and slipped on her shoelace. She went down, face first. She got back up in a hurry. “Sorry, that happens a lot.” the little girl said. “Well, you better tie your shoelaces!” Sheila chuckled. She brought the little girl inside and sat her down on a chair. “Have some cookies hon.” she said as she put some cookies on the table. Sheila sat down and looked at the little girl. “What would you like today?” Sheila said. “I wanted to ask you if you would like to come to my friend's surprise birthday party that I'M hosting!” she boasted. “What's your name, and your little friend's name?” Sheila asked. Wondering why a little girl would like to invite her to her friend's birthday party. “Well, I'm Little John.” the girl said. “My friend's name is Jessica.” Sheila thought of the youtube video she saw on Jessica. That apple bottom jeans one. It was weird, but popular among the younger folks in the neighborhood. Sheila didn't typically watch youtube but it was once in a while. Some of those videos are hazards to little kids, and not very entertaining. If a kid was run over by a toy truck Sheila wouldn't be very happy. Some of the youtube humor wasn't her style. She didn't like watching kids falling and such. It was brutal to see. Sheila liked to think that she was a younger kid though. She just watched Disney+. Including Ant Man. People say he's hot, but he's not. She thinks people should rethink it. (ZAI) “Hey what's this?” the little girl said as she picked up Sheila's diary. She hadn't put it away earlier, thinking of the nice old man. “Oh! Nothing.” the woman said, quickly. She didn't like anybody peeking into her personal space,but she let it go because Little John was well, little. But Little John was already opening the book. She started reading, and Sheila looked nervous. She was also wondering why the girl was called Little John. Maybe her name was Johanna? Little John was for short? “Hey, why's your name Little John?” the woman said. “Well, I don't really know. My parents named me that. Just John, but people add the little.” “Huh.” Sheila said. Why would her parents name their daughter a… well I guess a boy's name? She didn't consider it as a boy name, but it sure did sound like it. Sheila walked over to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice mixed in with some amazing, tart, and sweet pink lemonade. She liked to make her drinks pop, and not drink boring Herbal Tea, or coffee like the other adults, and grandparents. Again, she liked to think she was younger than all of the townsfolks. She was an old person at seventy five, but who wouldn't like to have some fun in a while? She accepted the invite and made sure to get a gift for her little friend. Sheila was very fond of making homemade cards, and crafts. She got her stationery and started to write. It said: Happy Birthday Jessica! I hope you have a wonderful birthday. You're very lucky to have a surprise birthday party thrown for you, and you seem like a very nice person! I hope you have a nice day and enjoy your special day!

The card was decorated with cute little tigers, and elephants. She had made them pop out, and neon balloons were everywhere. She had made her gift handmade. She used her airbrush to create the shadowy effect. She had also volunteered to make cupcakes for the exciting party. She made delicious carrot cupcakes and skipped along to the party. It was planned at the park, and surprisingly her friend had met earlier in the week, (the old man!) was there too. It seemed that Little John had invited everyone in the town. She walked to the table and waved to Little John. She was probably playing with Jessica, though she was playing with a little girl. Sheila joined in with the fun. They played “Red light, Green light” and “Hide and Seek”. She hadn't played those games in a long time, but she enjoyed feeling young. She ran a lot that day, and made Jack join in with the fun. Luckily everyone enjoyed her cupcakes. “I HATE THIS GIFT” Jessica yelled as she threw Sheila's gift to the floor. Sheila was shocked. Her gift that had taken a very long time to make was thrown on the floor, with Jessica's dirty footprints all over it. Sheila couldn't move. She just looked, and stared. Jessica's parents were standing there, watching her throw a tantrum, and not even telling her to say thank you. She officially declared this was the worst party ever. She walked away with a stiff face. She walked out of the park, confused. It seemed as if that surprise were waiting for her. Jessica sure was. She was upset, knowing that Jessica had planned her attitude and had been doing this her whole life. She was still stiff when she got home. She made herself some pink lemonade and sat down. She drank it. It soothed her attitude and walked upstairs. She sat on her bed, then eventually gave a dramatic fall to her bed. She started to write. And she remembered to hide her diary somewhere. It wasn't that special of a place, but it was hidden. In a place where nobody could find it. It was somewhere unexpected. Seconds later after she finished her writing, a knock on the door was hit. “Hey.” the little girl said. “I'm sorry about the birthday party.” “Ah! It's fine.” Sheila said. “No really.” Little John said. “What Jessica did was really wrong. Your present was cool.” “No need to apologize.” Sheila said briskly. She put on a smile and said goodbye to Little John. She closed the door as she felt relieved. She walked back to her bedroom and lay on the bed. She fell asleep easily, after a long day of stupid things. Brutal, she described it. It wasn't fun and it was legit one of her worst days. She looked out the window and saw Little John, slipping on her shoelaces. She was a clumsy kid, but was loyal. Little John was walking while tripping, the whole entire way. It was a pain to see. Sheila wanted to help but she was tired. She lay in bed, and tried to fall asleep again. Luckily that happened within a few minutes. She was fast asleep and nothing could wake her up. It was still light outside, but she didn't care. She also didn't shower. She didn't care. She just wanted to sleep for all eternity. And dream about the old man. Of course. She also dreamed about Jessica getting bad karma. Really bad. She also wanted to dream about having a world of peace. Sheila hoped that would happen, but nothing is promised in this world. Truly. Nothing is promised or always known. Such as UFOs. Would you be promised to see them? Sheila's door was knocked several times. She didn't hear it of course. But I did. The old man was knocking on her door. For a very long time. I know this because I'm the old man. I knew what Sheila felt. I read her diary. Little John had left it on the table, and the door was unlocked. It was entertaining. The stupid drama. But, I never knew she liked me. I never knew. But, we had married anyways. Sheila passed away a couple of days ago. I wanted to talk about her because she was amazing. I dearly miss her and wish her good luck. But she's nice. I felt like I were her only friend, but I'm not sure. After Little John left and Sheila woke up, she burned the journal. I don't understand. It held so many precious memories. Including me.