by Marilyn Knowles Wilke

Created on: April 24, 2009

As he sat underneath the stop sign, he watched the cars coming and going. He would rarely stare back at the people who glared at him, wondering why he was sitting here in such a strange place. It use to be a lonely stop sign in a small town with only a few cars coming to a stop. Now, the town has grown. And now, it was a very busy street. He remembered when there were only a few people living here, but now there were more people than he could count. Jason was wishing things could go back, but knowing it was not possible.

One car sat at the stop sign for a longer time than needed. He wanted them to move on. He could feel their eyes staring at him. He sighed, hoping that when he looked up again, the car would be gone. He realized that someone was speaking to him, but he tried to ignore it. It was a lady who had a familiar little girl in the back seat. She was staring at him with a strange look on her face. He was not sure now if she was speaking to him or talking to herself. He got up, slowly walking to her window. He guessed that she must have changed her mind, because she hit the gas the moment he started walking toward her. Perhaps it was because of the way he looked.

Jason had dark circles under his eyes. His clothes looked extremely old and worn. He had not slept or showered in three days. He realized just how awful he must look, so he walked to the gas station behind him and cleaned up inside the bathroom. He changed his shirt, appreciating the fact that he had an extra one with him in his old Volkswagon bug. He patted his car, "Bugzilla", remembering the many times he had sat at that very stop sign, avoiding crossing over to the other side of the street.

Now, as he walked back to his spot underneath the sign, he glanced across the road, remembering that fateful night. He recalled the events that took place before he arrived at this particular corner.

He was picking up his beautiful girlfriend, Lena. They were heading to the prom. He and Lena had been planning for that night for weeks. They had been girlfriend and boyfriend since kindergarten, best friends all of their lives. They always talked about and planned every event. It was just something they had always done. Lena loved writing every detail down. She kept journals ever since she was able to write.

Jason loved to read her journals. It was like reading his life's story. He also loved the fact that she was almost always writing about him. He had read almost all of them in the last few days. They were full

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