The rest of the drive, both I and Shelly remained silent, neither of us speaking a word or expressing our feelings, pretending to listen to the rap song playing on the car's radio. Shelly Courtney's house was at the very outskirt of town. It was back then, the only house that was at the town's outskirt at the very end of the bus route. It was set back from the street, always hidden completely by thick evergreens, with sharp points of its Tudor roof poking out above the peaks of the green. At least that was what it always looked like in the day, when the evergreens weren't looking like giant, spooky shadow clouds obstructing the sky. Shelly continued to drive down the long, shady road connecting the main road to her house. As soon as we stepped under the shades of the dark trees, I felt as if entering another world, and naturally, my defenses went up. After a bend in the wooded road, I could finally see the house emerge ahead of us. Unlike on my own street
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