Dear Scott,
I want to be that mystery
The one you’re figuring out
Full of codes to break
And doors to find
This time you want
To find in me
What I always saw in you
Exploring each and every
Part of my mind
You ask me what I’m thinking
My answer short and sweet
Good luck trying to break me
I’m better off this time
The words that our friends whisper
They see just what you don’t
My heart shining through my smile
My words say not what I feel
Ask me Scott
What I think of you
RATHER
Tell me what you think of me
IMAGE:
The darkness falling over my room
A single light creeping in and over me from the hallway
It hits my face
Slithering over the edges of my nose
Casting shadows along the grooves of my profile
Tossing and turning
Thoughts ever changing
But the light remains constant
“I just don’t know, Miss,” Silvia began, her brow furrowed.
“Ultimately, it’s up to you,” I advised, letting out a deep breath.
We passed the familiar scene of the mall; the front of shops clustered with bustling shoppers in a hurry to get to different destinations. I had spent most of that day thinking about prom and clearly Silvia had too. After her text at the end of the lunch period earlier that day, I had received two or three other frantic texts from her in later classes asking if we could talk after school. I agreed to drive out to pick her up to go to a nearby mall for dinner and some shopping. From the minute she climbed in the car, prom was all she could talk about. She had begun each conversation with, “I just don’t know, Miss.” Occasionally, she’d sigh and dramatically drop her hands to her sides, waiting for me to ask her what she was thinking about. I’d simply turn my attention to a person walking by, or a shirt on a hanger, until she caved and began explaining her feelings without me inquiring about them.
“Miss!” she interrupted my thoughts.
“Yes?” I turned to see the worry in her eyes as she brushed her bangs out of her vision.
“I don’t know if I want to go to prom with Tyler,” she tugged on her tight skirt a little, nervously fixing her appearance.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Silvia,” I shook my head. “I think you should go with him. Honestly, you could not ask for a better prom date than Tyler.”
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Dear Scott
Teen Fiction"Growing up around fairytales, Disney princesses and teen films, we are raised to believe that happy endings are always in store for us. But more often than not, reality sinks in, and the happy ending doesn't occur. Especially in high school. The ma...
