Flower Boy

3.6 | PROSPECTS OF LIFE

                                                                                        ( 3.6 ) j u d i t h

A CAR PULLED UP ON SIMON'S DRIVEWAY, with a same familiar face exiting the vehicle. And I've got to say, he looks rather different than usual.

I was just walking by after school to check on him, and to my surprise, he was for once actually there. But he wasn't the Simon I knew.

Teary-eyed, he wasn't the one I hung out with all this time. His mother stood next to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as they walked to the house. His father looked like he was talking to him, but Simon didn't seem to respond to any of his parent's actions.

"Simon!"

He walked faster when I called out to him, soon slamming the front door shut in much force. I stopped myself from running towards him, knowing that he would definitely not open the door for me.

I know where I'm not wanted. 

Maybe I should just stop trying.