Hey, know it's been a while, but I'd love to talk if you're up for it. Hope you're well.
Risky text but I had to send it. Staring at my phone. No response.
Attempting to occupy myself, I rearrange things in the fridge, take a sip of some leftover Gatorade and then sit down in the living room.
The house is empty. Sound of the clock louder than usual.
An hour later, I get this:
Hey Tim, things have been hard, but I will be okay. I don't think I'm ready to talk right now but maybe I will be at some point. Hope you're well too.
I re-read it a few times.
It stings. I feel foolish for texting.
She doesn't want to hear from me.
This isn't something I can just easily repair.
YOU ARE READING
Alternative
Teen FictionTim's public high school experience thus far has been characterized by bad grades and the total absence of a social life; he's listless and needs a change. So, after grade eleven ends, his mom decides to enrol him in a bizarre, little alternative sc...
