Caroline lives in the brick house at the end of the lane. It's not a big house, but big enough, and the curtains are always closed.
We all take turns bringing Caroline her schoolwork and picking up her completed essays and worksheets.
Her handwriting is better than mine and I like when it's my turn so I can see it.
But it's been seven years now and I've never seen Caroline. Not a one of us has ever seen Caroline.
Someone writes those essays in neat cursive.
Please tell me if you've seen Caroline.
Please tell me if she's real.
Please.