I got this idea sitting outside my school this afternoon waiting for my mom to come pick me up. This
will be one of shorter stories...lol. Okay i don't really feel like writing this. oh yeah don't
own nothing.
Waiting For You
Caitie's shoulders drooped. It had been a long day. She had three tests, homework in every class,
and a project due by Friday. The work was darkening an already cloudy mood. Caitie needed to stay
after school that day too. But for once it wasn't because she was in trouble. She was helping with
the school play, Fiddler On The Roof. It was 4:30 and Caitie was ready to get home and sleep.
Caitie headed toward parent-pick-up. It was deserted, papers and candy wrappers blowing around in
the breeze. She could see the track team running laps. They were undefeated this year. Caitie didn't
see the big deal. Val did of course, but not Caitie.
Caitie steps were heavy as she plodded toward the end of the sidewalk. Her back ached and her head
was throbbing. For two hours she had had to put up with freshman and upperclassmen who didn't know
their lines or couldn't find their costumes. The whining still rung in Caitie's ears.
Caitie had arrived at the end of the sidewalk. She set down her black binder and sat on it. Her
purse fell down beside her. She sighed heavily as the sun was sinken closer to the horizon. She
wrinkled her forehead and glanced up the street. Where was everyone? When would they get here? Then
Caitie remembered. No one would be coming to get her. She would have to walk the four miles home.
Her family had lives. They all lived in the same house but interacting and conversation was avoided
if possible. Her family wasn't coming. No would be there waiting for her when she came home from
practice. It would be the same as it always was. The house would be empty. Notes from Mom or Dad
would be on the counter saying things about them being home late or making your own dinner. Caitie
was used to fending for herself. She didn't mind being indepedent. She just really wanted a family.
A real family. The type that sat around the dinner table and talked about their days. Sometimes
Caitie's family would do that at home, but no one was really honestly interested in the other's
lives. Caitie shook her head. No one was coming to get her. No one would ever be there to pick
her up and take her home. No one was waiting for her.
Suddenly, Caitie felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned up, her eyes blurry from 'reality' tears.
The distorted view of Jamie Waite fell on her eyes.
"Hey." He said softly. "I've been waiting for you." Caitie smiled. She had been wrong. Maybe her
family wouldn't always be there, but someone would.
will be one of shorter stories...lol. Okay i don't really feel like writing this. oh yeah don't
own nothing.
Waiting For You
Caitie's shoulders drooped. It had been a long day. She had three tests, homework in every class,
and a project due by Friday. The work was darkening an already cloudy mood. Caitie needed to stay
after school that day too. But for once it wasn't because she was in trouble. She was helping with
the school play, Fiddler On The Roof. It was 4:30 and Caitie was ready to get home and sleep.
Caitie headed toward parent-pick-up. It was deserted, papers and candy wrappers blowing around in
the breeze. She could see the track team running laps. They were undefeated this year. Caitie didn't
see the big deal. Val did of course, but not Caitie.
Caitie steps were heavy as she plodded toward the end of the sidewalk. Her back ached and her head
was throbbing. For two hours she had had to put up with freshman and upperclassmen who didn't know
their lines or couldn't find their costumes. The whining still rung in Caitie's ears.
Caitie had arrived at the end of the sidewalk. She set down her black binder and sat on it. Her
purse fell down beside her. She sighed heavily as the sun was sinken closer to the horizon. She
wrinkled her forehead and glanced up the street. Where was everyone? When would they get here? Then
Caitie remembered. No one would be coming to get her. She would have to walk the four miles home.
Her family had lives. They all lived in the same house but interacting and conversation was avoided
if possible. Her family wasn't coming. No would be there waiting for her when she came home from
practice. It would be the same as it always was. The house would be empty. Notes from Mom or Dad
would be on the counter saying things about them being home late or making your own dinner. Caitie
was used to fending for herself. She didn't mind being indepedent. She just really wanted a family.
A real family. The type that sat around the dinner table and talked about their days. Sometimes
Caitie's family would do that at home, but no one was really honestly interested in the other's
lives. Caitie shook her head. No one was coming to get her. No one would ever be there to pick
her up and take her home. No one was waiting for her.
Suddenly, Caitie felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned up, her eyes blurry from 'reality' tears.
The distorted view of Jamie Waite fell on her eyes.
"Hey." He said softly. "I've been waiting for you." Caitie smiled. She had been wrong. Maybe her
family wouldn't always be there, but someone would.