S.O.S.
The night was calm and the trees whispered the secrets of the world to Scarlett. Moon light shined against her long dark hair and reflected off of her tears. Silent tears, ones no one ever heard or saw which helped them come every night. She sat on the terrace over looking the black ocean. This was as close as Scarlett would get to it. She considered the ocean her freedom, a way to leave the empty life she lived. Empty life may not be the correct words. The thing was, Scarlett had what would seem like a full and happy life to some, but to her it was one of nothing. Everyone, her entire family, lived through her. She lost herself many years before, when she was a child, and never knew who or what she was all about.
But there was a time when she thought she knew who she was. It was in her last year of high school and for once she was the person she wanted to be. Scarlett went where she wanted, dressed how she wanted, and hung out with the people she wanted to. Scarlett for once was Scarlett; she had an idenity. However; this only lasted a short while.
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Scarlett walked down the isle to get to the front of the stage. Today was building day and the building crew needed to figure out what was going on. Mr. Z had sketchs and demensions layed out across the dirty black floor and everyone decided what they wanted to build. Scarlett’s partner ended up being Landon and Brad. She was good friends with both of the boys but they were not too fond of each other.
A fireplace was the task that had been chosen and Scarlett was pumped. The three got their supplies and starting hammering at the cheap wood.
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The van seemed too far away. She looked out the frosted windows of the prison they call a school into the far parking lot. There; in the last parking stall was Scarlett’s old white caravan. This is what she got for sleeping into the last minute. Zipping up her coat she decided she better head out. As she was walking Landon ran up beside her.
“Hey, Scar! Wait for me.” Landon had always called her this, she used to hate him for it but now she didn’t really care. “Do you mind if I wait with you in your car? Mines takes forever to warm up.”
She really should be heading home because it was so late, but Landon was one of her best guy friends so she felt obligated to help him out. “No, not at all. But it is at the other end of the lot,” pointing toward the frozen hunk of metal she called a vechical.
“Oh,” slightly laughing, “that’s fine. We can just take a pit stop at my car so I can turn it on and then when we get to your’s you can drive it and park next to me.”
