Chapter 2
The girl on the white pony led me to a small, abandoned cabin which sat forlornly, overlooking the river with its vacant windows. Her small, pale features appeared wistful as she dismounted her white mare and stepped inside. I slid off Harvey and followed her into the unpainted doorway. She pointed upwards, to the roof, and then to the floorboards, which buckled beneath my feet due to water damage.
"I'll ask Adam to get it fixed," I said. "But I don't know if he'll believe me."
The girl got back on her white pony and galloped towards the river, the white pony's hooves barely touching the ground. Harvey and I raced to keep up with the elusive ghost. I pulled back on the reins when I realized she'd led me to where Adam sat at the spot we'd picnicked the day he had almost kissed
