The Mystery

flash fiction by Ysabel Torres (teen)

 

I have been watching them quarrel through the window. Most of the time on my way home, I say hello to Sadie, pretend to walk towards my house, then sit there watching her argue with her mom over something. I can only see their faces though the window, no physical content just emotions. Normally, one turns out nice or tries to start fresh again, but the other says something to tick each other off.

Of course, I would ask Sadie what’s going on with her and her and her mom, but I don’t want to seem nosy or let her know I’ve been watching her. It’s not weird right? I mean, I love her like my sister and I should care.  I shouldn’t walk away and let her be disappointed nearly every day. I could watch her from my window since we live across the street from each other, but I’m afraid that at a glance, she might catch me watching.

That’s it! I’ve had enough.  Whatever they’re arguing about I most find out!  It’s been affecting her at school and her attitude with people! While we were walking home from school, I say “Sadie, what’s going on?  Are you okay?” She replies, “yea, I’m fine.”

With Sadie, I know I’ll have a hard time getting it out of her ‘cause she isn’t the type who tells right away.

I realize that I better give up, but hold out for hope.

 


Written on May 17, 2014, Teen Creative Writing Workshop@ Central Library

Writing prompt:   “I had been watching them quarrel through the window”