Dear Scott,
I’m wondering
What you’re thinking
It concerns me everyday
I want to know
What I mean to you
Am I worth
All that she was
Or am I just another
Another fawning girl
No better than the rest
Scott, tell me
Is this real
Or am I
Just another one
Come
And
Gone
Image:
The dim light falling in
The smooth lines that outline
The features you posses
Your chest rising
Then falling softly
Hands shaking
Resting gracefully
Together in the darkness
Together in the light
A scene to behold
You
There
Finally
“Ok, there is food in the kitchen, you may help yourself. And the kids are already in bed, so you wont have to worry about bedtime… Let me think. Jerry, is there anything else I’m forgetting?” Her middle-aged hands were moving around as she thought aloud. I had babysat for the Starr’s enough to know my way around the house and take care of their sleeping children. Hell, I could probably do it with my eyes closed! Yet every time I came over we went through the same process before they finally left.
“I think I’m set, Mrs. Starr,” I smiled, speaking in the most adult voice I could stir from my throat.
“Yeah, Honey. Missy has done this enough times to know what she’s doing,” Mr. Starr laughed as he tucked his wife into her coat.
“I feel like there’s something we’re forgetting,” she bit her lip. “Oh well,” grabbing her purse, she followed her husband to the door.
“Have a fun night,” I smiled, waving them out.
“And, Miss,” she paused once on the porch outside, her long dark hair falling into her face. “It’s about eight thirty now, we should be home around midnight or eleven thirty,” she looked down, referencing her silver watch.
“Sounds great,” I smiled, shutting the door behind them before locking it.
Turing towards the living room, I kicked my shoes off and prepared to hop on the couch. Dim and yellow, the single light in the room came from a skinny lamp in a corner near the door. I laid down, rubbing my eyes sleepily, debating whether or not I wanted to turn out the light and take a nap. Setting my phone on the edge of my cheek, I left it to rest there.
YOU ARE READING
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...