Dear Diary,
I suppose I should continue about yesterday. Anyways, there I was, sitting there when Eric came out of the school. I smiled halfheartedly. "Hey."
"HI!" he said a bit too loudly. Perhaps he thought I was closer. "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for my mom. Though at this point, I'm not sure if she even remembered me." I paused. I hope that didn't sound too pessimistic.
He walked over and stood next to me, holding out his hand. I took it and stood up, dropping it as soon as I was standing. "Thanks." I said.
He brushed it off. "What do you mean? Didn't she know you had rehearsal today?"
"Oh yeah, but sometimes it takes her a while to get here. My sister's husband is here and she's a bit busy- he's kind of demanding."
"Oh." He looked at me for a second.
"I think I'll just walk home." I said. "I only live a few miles away." I picked up my backpack and swung it around my shoulders.
"I could give you a ride!" he said. "My car's right here, and if you're close it won't be too far out of my way."
I looked at the sky. It was already getting dark, and I didn't know how long it would take me to walk. "Umm...sure!" Why do I have to be so awkward?
"Come on, my car's over there." He jerked his head in the direction of a small, rather beat up blueish car. I nodded and followed him over in silence.
The inside of his car matched the outside- small and rather beat up. I climbed into the passenger seat and he started the car. It roared to life after a few tries. He smiled apologetically. "Sorry, she's a bit reluctant to start sometimes. But, I don't have the money to get a new one, and besides, she's rather grown on me." He patted the wheel fondly. Soon, we were driving down the road- perhaps a bit slowly, and maybe a bit bumpily, but at least we were going.
"Where's your house?" I explained where it was.
Even though I only lived ten minutes away from the high school, the time seemed to go by extra fast that night. We talked the whole time, about Oz, about school, about anything really. Too soon, he was pulling into my gravel driveway. I could see my mom's truck, still parked in front of the house. She hadn't even left yet!
"Thanks, Tin Man!" I said jokingly.
"No, thank you for giving me company! See you tomorrow, Glinda!" I saw his smile flash before he pulled out of the driveway and was gone. I didn't know how much I missed spending time with that boy. Well, another practice tomorrow! Hopefully Mom remembers to pick me up- or I at least remember to charge my cell phone.
-Pidge Parson






















