Senior Year cont...

Daisy listened to her mother's car skid from the driveway. She watched as model after model displayed their new creations. Daisy had always found modeling fascinating. Even with the most creative styles, the models were always able to move with such ease and poise. She pushed the table away from the couch with her feet, leaving just enough room to squeeze out.

It took all of Daisy's strength to pull the trash bag from the garbage can. Once again they had allowed it to pile up well beyond its limit. She dragged the bag to the side of the house where her mother kept the trash six days out of the week. The rolling hills, the layers of endless woods that surrounded Daisy's house were without a doubt exquisite. Daisy had spent countless afternoons admiring the landscape with her paintbrush. None of her paintings ever did them justice. Still, Daisy continued to attempt to capture the nature that was her home.

"Hello Mr. Bar," Daisy called to her neighbor. She had always thought he was a peculiar neighbor. Mr. Bar never really spoke much, which was odd since his profession was law. But, for some reason, within the last year, Mr. Bar had begun to warm up to Daisy and her mother.

"He...He...Hello, Da...Daisy," Mr. Bar stuttered. Daisy tossed the trash into the can and glanced across the street. There it sat, the same black jeep parked in the same spot it had been parked for the third time that week.

"Creepy," Daisy whispered to herself as she ran back inside the house and locked the door tightly behind her.

The days began to pass quicker as the new season approached. The leaves outside Daisy's bedroom window had already begun to transform into vibrant colors, and some had even begun to blanket the earth. It seemed as though everything was preparing for a colder time. It was perfect for Daisy's upcoming assignments.

"Daisy, I'm home!" Daisy heard her mother call from the entryway. She turned off her play list and packed up her drawing materials. The time had flown by faster than Daisy had realized.

"I brought pizza," her mother shouted again. Her mother never was a big fan of cooking.

"Smells good!" Daisy skid into the kitchen and pulled a couple of plates from the cupboard, "How was work?"

"Slow, so good. How was your day?" her mother took a large bite of pizza.

"Uneventful, but that creepy guy was back again," Daisy responded.

"What creepy guy?" her mother put her slice of pizza back on the plate and reached for a napkin from the holder that sat in the middle of their meal.

"That guy...with the jeep. We've been seeing him all week. He just sits there staring at our side of the street. He's creepy," Daisy grabbed another slice from the box.

"I'm sure he means no harm," her mother glanced at her watch, "Oops, I gotta run. Sarah's son came down with a fever this morning. So, I'm pulling a double tonight."

"Bring on the coffee," Daisy filled her mother's cup as she headed out the door for a second time.

"Love you sweetie. Lock the door tight after I leave," she gave Daisy a quick hug.

"I'll work my magic," Daisy teased as she closed the door behind her mother.