Amanda Paweska

The freedom of a Friday was evident. The consent mention of weekend parties and even homework assignments were buzzing around. Since it was Friday, she got on the opposite bus. Every Friday ever since she met Anton she's been taking this bus.

Her parents did not approve of Anton. They did not want their little girl to be seeing anyone over her age. They were very strict. There was no other choice for her, but to sneak around to see the one she so dearly loved. So, she did what she had to.

She quietly worked on schoolwork to pass the time from stop to stop. Time always seemed to just crawl by on Fridays. Just like the sand in an hourglass. Grain by grain. She always hated the hour bus ride alone, but was willing to wait to see his sweet, warm smile. A mischievous smile crossed her lips. She lost in herself in her thought of Anton. She was so lost she almost missed her stop. Quickly she rang the bell, gathered her schoolbooks together and leaped off the bus. She fixed her hair as she made her way to his house. Like clockwork Anton opened the door as she reached for the doorknob.

"I knew you were here," he smiled brightly.

"You always do," she smiled back.

The following Friday was just like the last. She rode the bus to Anton's house, and again she almost missed the stop.

"I need to pay more attention,' she said to herself as she stepped off the bus.

She walked up to the house, only this time when she reached for the doorknob, the door did not open. For the first time, in a very long time, she had to use the doorbell. It seemed to boom through the house like thunder thought the sky. There was a delay, than the door slowly opened.

"An...DAD?!" She cried out in surprise.

Her father grabbed her by the arm, "I'm taking you home." He pulled her to the car.

"No," she forcefully replied.

"You're never seeing him again!" her father commanded her as he slammed the car door shut.

She peered out the car window at Anton as the car slowly drove away. Her hand was pressed against the glass, reaching for him, and her eyes never left Anton, who never left the porch as his love was dragged away. It rained that night. Even though it was off-season, it rained.

She was seated at the kitchen table as if she was about to be interrogated. Her father paced back and forth in front of the table and harshly glared at her after each turn.

"How could you go behind our backs like that?!" her father slammed his hands down on the table.

"Because I love him," she replied.

Her father rolled his eyes, 'You don't! And you'll never see him again!" He commanded her.

"Mom," She pleaded.

"Listen to your father," her mother replied, trying not to get involved.

"You're our daughter and will act accordingly!" her father continued.

"Daughter? You don't treat me like a daughter, "she replied, "you treat me like a prisoner!" she ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

Everyday since, it was arranged for her to be dropped off and picked up from school. Any freedom she felt before had been stripped from her. She had been treated like a child, her hand being held and being watched everywhere she went.

"Have you see Anton?" a school friend asked.

"Not in two very long weeks," she pouted, "I can't live without seeing him."

"What are you gonna do?" her friend inquired.

"I'm gonna see him," she told her, "No matter what!"

She had a plan. She had had two weeks sitting alone in her room to create this plan.

The weather was abrupt, it had been for the last two weeks. She threw some clothes and personal effects into a bag or two. Cautiously she opened the bedroom door and peered out to see if her parents had gone to bed. It seemed like they had. She picked up her bags and crept down the stairs. Before leaving she pulled a letter addressed to her parents out of her pocket and placed it, in clear view, on the kitchen table. She stepped out into the rain, careful not to slam the front door.

Again she found herself on the opposite bus. She was nervous. What if her parents found the letter before she arrived at Anton's? What if he turned her away?

"No," she shook off her fears.

They had talked about her moving in if her parents became too much for her. And this, forbidding them to see each other was the last straw. This time, she didn't come close to missing the stop. She quickly jog-walked her way up the street to his house. She reached for the doorknob and the door opened.

"How'd you know?" she asked.

"I always know," he smiled.

She explained to him how she could no longer live in the same house as her parents and not see him. She could not be trapped in her own home.

"I feel the same," he replied, "I could not live without you either."

Even though she was safe with Anton, she could not help but fear that her parents would come and drag her back.

"I can't believe her!" her father steamed, "Again she disobeyed us!" He crumbled

the letter in his fist.

The letter explained where she went, and why. It explained why she had to leave.

"I have to get her," her father said sternly.

"No," her mother reached for his arm, "We have to let her go. Let her grow up."

"But" her father started.

Her mother put her finger up to shh him, "Where would we be if my parents went after me?"