Glass (Crank 2)

Trey pulls to a stop at the bottom

of our driveway. I told him it’s

steep and icy, both true. Didn’t

mention my mom’s orders

never to bring him around.

I’ll be back at the semester

break, he says. We’ll have lots

of time together then. You gonna

miss me, little girl?

I’m going to go totally crazy

without him. “Of course

I’ll miss you. More than

I can possibly tell you. Please

be careful, and promise you’ll

call me!” At least I’ll know he’s

safe and thinking about me.

I promise. But the phone

works both directions. You

can always call me. If I don’t

pick up, leave a message.

I’ll call you back. He watches

me lock up my valuables,

then kisses a soft, sad good-bye.

I’ve Got a Good Idea

What’s waiting for me inside.

I’m strung. Tired. Scared

I’ll never see Trey again,

despite his vows of love.

Mom is going to yell.

Scott is going to yell.