“Do you believe in aliens Isabelle?” Sally asked, her eyes glowing behind a mask of leaves while she and Isabelle laid in the grass watching the stars.
Isabelle turned to her friend and furrowed her brow, “What makes you think there would be aliens.”
“We can’t be the only ones in this giant place!” She said throwing her arms out to the sky, “you always wondered where you came from. What if you’re an alien!”
“Very funny” Isabelle scoffed.
Sally slumped into the grass, her cat ears flat against her head “I’m serious! Isabelle look!” She leapt up, pointing to a shooting star, with small blades of grass caught in the fur around her collar “make a wish!”
“Isabelle! What if you’re a shooting star?” Sally wondered.
Isabelle rolled her eyes then rolled out of the grass, “C’mon, my mom’s going to worry if we are out any later.”
Isabelle passed the street lights and neighborhood children playing in the moonlight on the way to Sally’s house. Most of the houses along the street were buried behind overgrown shrubs and wild trees, except for Sally’s house which was always in perfect order inside and out. She sat inside her room scribbling pictures into a notebook.
Isabelle hid her backpack in a nearby shrub before going up to the house. She knew Sally’s parents very well, and they weren’t going to go along with what she was planning. Going to the side of the house, she cupped her hands around her mouth and made a bird call. When Sally heard it, she shot up from her seat and threw open the window.
“What’s up?” she whispered.
“I need to talk to you, but your parents won’t like it,” Isabelle told her.
Sally laughed and waved Isabelle up. Isabelle scaled the side of the house to the lower part of the roof, giving her a foot into Sally’s window. “So, what do you need to tell me?” Sally asked.
“I’m going to find out where I’m from, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”
Sally leapt into Isabelle’s arms, “of course I’ll come with you! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” She paused and held Isabelle out at arm’s length, “you’re not going out like that…where’s your stuff?”
“I hid it out front, kind of hard to climb a house with it.”
“That’s fair.” Sally pressed her palms together, looking around her room, “give me a little bit, and I’ll meet you outside.”
Isabelle sat outside Sally’s house by her bag, while Sally finished with her things and wrote a note to her parents. Suddenly, Isabelle was startled with a thud and heard Sally clatter down the roof.
“I thought you didn’t want your parents to know when you were escaping,” Isabelle said.
“Eh, they didn’t hear me. Besides,” Sally pulled a small gold charm out from the collar of her shirt, “they’ll see me again.”
“How’d you get one of those? Your mom and dad would never let you have one.”
“My grandma gave me one, she knew I would run away someday. She gets me.” Rolling her backpack onto her back, she looked at Isabelle and shrugged, “ready to go?”