Oh, The Places You'll Go!
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
It was three thirty on Saturday and Rosalie was still deciding.
She was waiting for a sign to point her in the right direction.
Rosalie made herself a cup of tea and read a book. Well, she looked at the book. When she realised that she had been reading the same line over and over again. She abandoned the book and drank her tea, mind whirring as she tried to decide.
She opened her emails. There were two from her parents; one from her mother with a screeching harpy-like tone and a second from her father, a perplexed email that urged her to explain her actions.
Rosalie shut down her laptop and finished her tea.
After she had washed her cup (twice, just to kill a few more seconds), she went to put her garbage in the outside dumpster. As she walked back to the steps, she paused by her car. She ran a hand over the hood, collecting droplets of moisture on her fingertips.
And then Rosalie went inside and waited for her sign.
A/N: I think we've all been to the Waiting Place. It's a horrible place to be.
One more chapter to come tonight. Please review!