x _____ Francesca Laurel Cox
{is a bit anxious}
{is a bit anxious}
Cesca sat on the park bench alone. She wasn't sure what to expect, and it made her uncomfortable. She liked knowing what she was in for, and wasn't ready for a surprise like this. Why did I agree to this? she thought to herself and looked around. Her old, splintered skateboard rested beneath her feet, and she rolled it back and forth. The old thing was about to bread, but she didn't care. She'd had it since she was eight, and wasn't going to give it up after eight years. That made her 16. She cursed her friend for setting up this date, and then herself for going along with it.
The park was empty for this time of day. She thought it had to be around noon, but didn't particularly feel like pulling out her phone from her pocket. She picked her skateboard up from the ground, and leaned back on the bench. She adjusted her position a bit so that she was laying down, and pulled off her sweatshirt to use as a pillow. She rested her skateboard on her stomach. All kinds of thoughts of what could go wrong went through her head. What if she wasn't pretty enough for him? What if he was too uptight for her. What if he didn't want to say anything to her? What if. Just shut up, the voice inside of her said. She always pictured what could go wrong, and never could go right.
She lifted her head and looked up, and tried to see if she could find anyone who fit her friends description. She didn't see anyone besides children who looked about ten skipping and bouncing around the jungle-gym. She wished she was their age again. Things were so much easier when boys had cooties and girls would do anything to keep them away. Now, she didn't know what to think. Girls were ga-ga for boys, and so far as she knew, boys were the same for girl. She rested her head back on the sweatshirt and closed her eyes. She would rest her eyes a bit while she waited.
The park was empty for this time of day. She thought it had to be around noon, but didn't particularly feel like pulling out her phone from her pocket. She picked her skateboard up from the ground, and leaned back on the bench. She adjusted her position a bit so that she was laying down, and pulled off her sweatshirt to use as a pillow. She rested her skateboard on her stomach. All kinds of thoughts of what could go wrong went through her head. What if she wasn't pretty enough for him? What if he was too uptight for her. What if he didn't want to say anything to her? What if. Just shut up, the voice inside of her said. She always pictured what could go wrong, and never could go right.
She lifted her head and looked up, and tried to see if she could find anyone who fit her friends description. She didn't see anyone besides children who looked about ten skipping and bouncing around the jungle-gym. She wished she was their age again. Things were so much easier when boys had cooties and girls would do anything to keep them away. Now, she didn't know what to think. Girls were ga-ga for boys, and so far as she knew, boys were the same for girl. She rested her head back on the sweatshirt and closed her eyes. She would rest her eyes a bit while she waited.
