INVISIBLE

A Clueless Friend’s Perspective ──────────────────────────────────────────── Sara put on her sneakers and got on her bicycle. She cycled down a few blocks to the park down the street, where she was to meet her two best friends. She saw a mop of brown hair speeding towards her. It looked like it had never seen a comb before. It belonged to Allesandro, who was cycling towards her just as she was about to enter the park. She slowed down, waiting for him to catch up. They waved at each other and rode together towards their spot.  The path was flanked by tall trees with branches reaching out to the sky. The sun shone through the leaves, casting a dappled glow on the ground. As they cycled, the sound of leaves crunching under their tires filled the air. They arrived at their secret meeting spot - a clearing in a particularly wooded area of the park, with a table and two benches. The table was made of wood, weathered and rough to the touch. It was once painted dark green, but most of the ...