𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

It was the first day of summer, the second of June which confirmed that I had successfully finished my freshman year of high school.

I had just finished writing in my journal about the end of my freshman year. I hummed a simple tune as I walked back towards the large house, leaving the weeping willow tree and the pond it resided by behind.

    I held the small journal by my side, my fingers wrapped around the pen, gently brushing against the jeans of the overalls I was wearing as I neared the steps to the porch.

My father was a successful writer, he had published his first book in 66' which in result meant we had a lot of money to the Miller name. My mother was housewife and my older brother Jeremy who had just turned 17 had a job in town working as a barber.

   Our home resided in the countryside of Solisport, my brother and I both went to school in town even though it was quite a hassle to get there as it was almost 30 minutes away in my father's Volkswagen.

I simply enjoyed being outside, I loved to go outside and sit by the pond with a blanket and read books or journal about my boring days. The feeling of the sun glowering on my peach fuzz skin brought me a serene amount of endless bliss.

I mumbled soft daydreams to them and I would hum songs by Stevie Wonder to the birds that would watch me from the comfort of their nests in the Weeping Willow tree that stood in front of the pond.

The men who tended to Daddys land  didn't seem to mind me, rarely paying attention to me and only greeting me when I would pass by them.

It was a strange thing, truly. At school the boys don't look at me, they more attention to my best friend Lacy, her perfectly blonde hair and captivating green eyes that go along to her kind personality seem to attract all the boys in class just fine.

      I longed for a love story like the ones I read, a tragic and quick one like the story of Romeo and Juliet. I spent most days innocently and endlessly day dreaming. I wanted to find love, I wanted the type of love where I would feel butterflies in my stomach from just simply being around them- the type of love where my peach colored cheeks would become rosy from the smallest of touches.

   I wanted my first kiss but it seemed as though boys just simply didn't find me attractive. I assumed it was just because I just flat out wasn't good looking. My hair wasn't blonde, my two front teeth were slightly larger than the rest and my hair that was on the darker sides had almost no volume like the rest of the girls and was naturally pin straight. Even right now, as I have my hair in two braids I knew that when I took them out my hair would remain as straight as the grass I had just laid on a few moments ago.