The Songs of Summer

Josh

"Students, we will be having a student sitting in on our classes for the last few weeks of school. Her name is Piper, and she's from England. I expect you all will be on your best behavior for when she arrives?" Mrs. Jones says.

"Yes, Mrs. Jones." all of us reply in a monotone wave of voices.

"Very good!" She exclaims, as she starts handing out our work for today.

After an agonizing hour in her class, I ask the office to put me on welcoming committee... So maybe I can make a friend. That's one thing I don't have many of- friends. Its sad to think about actually, most kids leaving middle school usually have their social lives and their cliques sorted by now- But not me! I guess it's more of a self-esteem thing, for example, when I went to ask a question the other day, people were snickering because apparently they thought it was stupid. But I thought it was okay.. Maybe..?

At the end of the day, I walk home. It's a 10 minute walk to my cozy house just off the center of town. A light blue townhouse covered in vines. I go around to the back yard, and walk an extra three minutes to the graveyard that's right behind our house. I have a nice spot next to Esmerelda Smith, under a tall old pine tree. I usually write there or something. Its where I am now, actually. I pull out my homework and scribble my name. "Josh G." And do the work.

I'm done. Now, normally I would make my own dinner, but moms coming home tonight, so I make her dinner, too. I boil some chicken and steam some veggies, adding light salt and a small amount of honey, just to make it a bit sweeter. When the chicken had finished, mom walked in. I haven't seen her for a few months. She's changed, her hair now lays in a short bob that brushes her soft square jaw-bone. It's still the same beautiful carrot-orange color that it used to be. Good old mom. I hugged her tight, and served her dinner. After dinner and catching up, I practiced my piano and singing a bit, and went to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I'd found a note on the table, reading "I signed you up for a camp in a few weeks. it's for music. You're talented, kid.

Love, mom."

After reading the note, I began getting ready for school. Eating, brushing my teeth and hair, and getting dressed. When I was done, I started the 10 minute treck to school, or as I like to call it, Hell. When I got there, I saw Piper. And wow, was Piper a beautiful girl. I'll describe her later, but right now I have to go do state testing. Wish me luck.

I just got home. Piper entrances me. The way she walks- she strides so confidently. Her laugh is like pure ecstacy. The way her short, auburn hair sways when she walks makes my knees weak. She's short, but she has long legs. Her ice-blue eyes make her rosy cheeks look as if they glow.

She is the best thing to ever happen to this school, and I'm not kidding.

I get to show her around tomorrow, but I know she's way out of my league.