by Immacula Bixby
They were traveling on another yet another road without a name when the engine stopped, the radio went dead, and the cabin lights went dark. She pulled to the side of the road. He cupped his knees for a moment then opened the door, stepped out. He walked up the small hill. She could smell the salty breeze swing into the car. The rain had just stopped, and the shadows from the headlights seemed to dance with the trees. She remembered building sandcastles with her sister, the way the sand felt colder the deeper they dug. He might not come back, she realized. She closed her eyes and he never did.
Immacula Bixby is a bibliophile in the 8th grade who spends her time using her literary skills to beautifully present the English language. Currently attending da Vinci Arts Middle School, Immacula is the perfect combination between intelligence and friendliness and can brighten anyone’s day with just a smile.