Silver spokes shone in the hot sun of the summer air. The dog days were coming to a close and Caleb could feel the call of school right around the corner. She rode steadily on the hot paved road just peddling forward with no set destination in mind.
She hated it here. Feeling trapped with nothing to do. She could feel something in her clawing to get out but what could she do about it? She had no money. She had no friends outside of town. She didn’t even have a fucking car. She was stuck plain and simple and all she could do was wait. She was sick of waiting. All her life was spent with her waiting for something. The large majority of it could past fine but the last stretch, the moment just before whatever she was waiting on was supposed to come is what drove her up the wall the most. It was when she was the most impatient. That’s why she hated waiting. Because that last moment always seemed to stretch for fucking ever.
And here she was at 17 in some shit town, last year of school waiting for her life to begin. But would it really? The year ahead seemed like it would be a lifetime before it would be over. Why couldn’t she be 16 again when growing up still seemed so distant to her? Now on the cusp she felt like she was at a useless junction. She wasn’t an adult but no one considered her a child anymore either. Why? Why couldn’t she be either, or? Why did she have to be in-between? God she hated being 17. There was nothing for her anymore except for this final year of school. She was so over it.