The Book of Jeremy

A  teenage boy came out of the house. He looked up the hill to the road where the three of them were and waved his arm.

“Hello,” he yelled as he walked toward them.

Jeremy noticed the boy looked close to their age. The three Meyers waved back and shouted hello as they walked toward their neighbor.

“Hi, my name’s Ty,” the boy said and shook his long wavy blond hair out of his green eyes. “I haven’t seen you guys before.”

“I’m Jeremy.”

“I’m Anna,” she said with a little wave.

“I’m Simeon, the sane one of this group. We’re camping up the road.”

“You want to come see our camp?” Jeremy asked.

“You’re camping? Wow, that’s cool. Just let me tell my mom. I’ll be right back.”

 Ty spent the afternoon with the Meyer family. The Meyer’s brought him to their camp and later Ty showed them the shortcuts if you were on foot; one led to town and another one to the lake.

When it was dinner time Ty said, “Hey, why don’t you guys come and meet my mom. She’ll be expecting me home for dinner.”

Simeon, Jeremy and Anna had been all over the hills and were beginning to itch.

They arrived back at the little house they had seen. Ty opened the front door and introduced, “Hey everyone, this is Roberta, my mom.” She was short and solidly built with caramel skin and frizzy brown and pink hair. She looked nothing like Ty. Roberta looked at Anna and Jeremy scratching their arms while Ty introduced his new friends, “Mom, this is Jeremy, Simeon and their sister Anna.”

“Nice to meet ‘cha,”she said as she laboriously rose from the couch, then she asked, “You guys ever had poison oak?” They shook their heads. “Well, looks like you got it now. Come on in here and wash up before it gets any worse.”