Melodrama
4.10.06
edited 10.2.06

Grey skies, grey trees, grey clouds. He steps off the school bus, neither turning nor looking up, and begins the trudge up the hill toward his house. I can tell just by the tilt of his head that he’s unhappy. Grinning a little to myself, I follow him off. Time to cheer up Mr. Grumpy. I’ve just remembered a previous incident, in which harsh words were exchanged. I paste a look of anguish on my face. “Hey. Hey! Wait up!”

He turns.

“You hurt her!” I moan. He doesn’t know it, but I’m faking. I nearly burst out laughing at the confused look on his face, but begin to fake-sob, instead. “How can you treat her like she’s some kind of… some kind of…” I stomp toward him in a melodramatic sort of way, ignoring the questioning looks on the faces of my friends.

I get really close, pushing my face up in his, and switch into angry mode. “Like she’s some kind of idiot!”

He takes a step back. “I’m sorry...?”

I swing my arms up in the air in mock-annoyance. “That’s all you can say? Sorry?” Leaning close, I whisper in his ear, “I’m really not mad at you at all,”

And then I push him away, swinging myself around and staring at the sky, arms raised. “Why, why, God? How could you create someone so unfeeling?” And a part of me grows a little warmer at the roll of his eyes and the reluctant grin that spreads across his face.

I grin back at him. "Last one to my driveway's a rotten egg," I whisper. And he takes off, racing me up the hill.

--twirling flags
Based on a little daydream of mine.I wanted to make it longer, but whenI reread it, i didn't have the heart to change it much at all.