Sorka was a small, timid 16 year old girl. She didn't have many friends. Actually, she didn't have a friend in the whole damn world. Her mother was an alcoholic, and her father left a long time ago. If mommy wasn't drinking the money, she was gambling it away. So Sorka had to work a lot.

She still found time for herself though. There was a quiet place in a park a few blocks away from her beat up old house that she went to feed the ducks bread crumbs at. She enjoyed feeding the ducks. It calmed her center.

One day, a boy sat next to her. He was dressed oddly, kinda old fashioned, but she didn't mind it. She was busy feeding the ducklings smaller crumbs than the adults. It wasn't till he spoke to her till she really paid him any mind.

“Hello” the boy said.

Sorka looked over her shoulder.

“Hi” she answered quietly.

“Feeding the ducks, I see” he said with a small, sheepish grin that made her relax a bit.

“Yeah... they're like... my only friends” she blurted.

“A girl so pretty? I am in disbelief that people don't worship you” he toned quietly but confidently.

She had never been called pretty before, so, she really didn't know how to respond. She just stared blankly at him.

“Well...” he trailed off nervously.

“I can be your friend” he said after a short time.

Sorka's heart leaped She'd never had a friend before. All she could do was grin like a dork.

“My name is William, William Bradford.”

“Sorka”

“That's a beautiful name...”

“...Thank you”

Neither William or Sorka had cellphones, home phones or computers to contact with each other, so everyday, they'd meet up at the park and he'd talk to her while she fed the ducks. Life was finally turning upwards since she had met him. Though her mother was still ruthless and work was stressful, she always looked forward to meeting up with William at the park to feed the ducks.

He always showed up, and he was never late. And they were the same age! They eventually ran out of things to talk about, but being in eachother's company was just fine

The only thing that bothered Sorka, is when she tried to touch him... He'd move away quickly, like he couldn't stand being touched. He'd apologize every time... but it wasn't enough for her. She needed to know why he was always so distant even though they were so close.

She was curious, so she went to the local library and got onto a computer, searching in “William Bradford” and her town.

What she found... mortified her.

William Bradford, had died 60 years ago in the lake that she fed the ducks in...

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