Dear Scott,
I now am full of giggles
A smile never left at home
Scott, I feel like I’m going crazy
Going crazy just for you
Oddly enough
We act old and reserved
Normality fills us through
Yet when we’re apart
We both know what
You want to say
I want to hear it so
What’s weird is that
All of this time
You broke my heart in two
But each half of it
Was still in like
Was still in like with you.
Image:
The sun dancing along
The edge of the lake
Glistening in the evening
Falling below the earth
Until tomorrow
My heart beating softly
Flows to the movement
The water creates
I turn to see
The shadows that fall
Along the edges of
Your childish smile
Walking up behind me, Scott stopped at my locker after school, “Alterra tonight?”
I dropped my books on the bottom shelf before turning to face him. “Sure,” I smiled. “Is something on your mind,” I asked, noticing a distant look filling his eyes.
“Yeah, sort of. I don’t know, maybe we could go right after school,” he looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine with a hint of desperation.
I thought for a moment, “I just have to run home and check in with my 'rents, I could meet you there? Or you can come pick me up, or I can pick you up… whatever works best for you,” I returned to my backpack, zipping up the middle pocket before closing and locking my locker.
“Either way. I can pick you up or you can come get me,” seemingly forced, he smiled softly at me before patting my shoulder. “I’m gonna head home then, just text me when you can go.”
“Ok,” I answered worriedly to his back as he turned to leave me.
Locking my locker, I tried not to think about Scott, running through a check list in my mind of all of the notebooks I needed to take home that I knew would never be opened for homework. People passed me on my way to the parking lot, giggling and shouting in the chaos that ensued each day after the final bell. Keeping my strides steady, I made my way to my car without making eye contact or chatting with anyone around me. I'll start my English homework when I get home from hanging with Scott, I assured myself, trying to keep my mind off of the worried look in Scott's eyes. There was something he hadn't told me moments earlier in front of my locker. Something that he was hiding from me.
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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...
