I sit on my bed for awhile and just stare at the "chess board". Eventually I move one of my Pawns. I slowly walk downstairs and out to the mailbox. As I put the sketch back in I look around my street.
I have this odd feeling that I'm being watched, then I look at the end at the end of the street. In an instant it clicks. Elroy Patterson . An old soccer buddy of Noah's.
I start to walk towards his house where I see a bunch of boys sitting. I walk up to them. "Hey girl" one of them says and grins. " shut your face." I say swiftly and cross my arms in front of my chest.
"Hello Scott" Elroy says ginning a little. " I guess you figured it out"
" you put that letter in my mailbox didn't you Patterson." I say flatly.
I use his last name like Noah always did. It seemed to intimidate him a little, when Noah did it. But with me it's just funny.
I really wasn't in the mood to be playing around. "Please, Elroy, and yeah I did." He says standing up. I back away a little.
Elroy's gotten a lot taller. All the boys laugh. I ignore them. "What does he want?" Elroy smirks a little"He wants you back". He says as if it's obvious.
I shake my head. "No really, what? Does he want to humiliate me again? What is it?" I ask. My voice is raising, but I don't really care.
This time Elroy backs up. "Em he really does want you back." Now my eyes are stinging and my face is becoming hot.
"Well you can tell Noah that, the time for sorry has passed, I don't want to see him." I'm full out crying now. "I hate him!"
Elroy's expression goes from smirking to fearful. "Look Emilie, I'm sorry I-just, sorry." He mumbles. I shake my head " it's not you, it's him" I say and walk away.
I walk to the park. It's where Da will take me sometimes when I'm upset. I like to sit on the swings and drag my toes in the dirt.
But today I plop down on the swing and kick up a big dust cloud as I start swinging as high as I can go. Maybe if I go high enough I won't ever come down.
This just makes me madder because Noah said the same exact thing to me a couple days after we met. The day I broke my arm.
