This story takes place over a year…
When I was in eighth grade I would walk down a steep hill to the school bus stop every morning. Everything was always so quiet in time and it was a perfect way to clear my thoughts before I went to school. I was always a precocious child, primarily because of my step mother who had instilled stranger danger lectures in me since I was six. I am extremely grateful for that.
Just so people know, I was fourteen at the time. So one morning I was walking down the hill when a green work truck pulled up on the other side of the road. A man that I had never seen before asked me if I needed a ride. I told him “no” and kept walking. He asked me again and again until he realized I wasn’t biting. He drove off. I kept walking and then when I got to the school bus stop I told one of my neighbor’s kids, but I did not tell any grownups yet. A couple of days later her pulled up again, and this time he was even more insistent. I kept telling him to go away, and he got frustrated and drove off. This time I told my parents about it. They called the sheriff’s department to file a police report, and an officer came and took my statement with a description.