Teen Ink

Begining

I stare at my reflection in the dark window: a pale face, blue eyes, my bronze curls tied up in a baby blue ribbon, and my thin body incased in a simple white nightgown. I stare into the dark atmosphere outside the impenetrable glass and gaze upon those people who have found happiness. Those lucky people who have found the one who loves them most or in other words, their other half. I wish I could be swept off my feet and ride into the sunset with my brave knight in shining armor, like in books. I am seventeen and I've never had a boyfriend before. Only happy endings, like that, happen in books and some people are lucky enough to have found their other half. I guess I shouldn't complain because I have mother but she's all I have.
"Emma it's time for bed," my mother says as she walks in. "Sitting on your window seat and dreaming again I see."
"Yeah," I sigh. I climb into bed and mother tucks me in.
She kisses my forehead and says," Sweet dreams sweetie."
"Goodnight mother," I say and listen for her footsteps to die away. I sneak out of bed and sit back on the window seat. I watch moving car lights zoom by and fog creeps onto the freeway. My head nods and the darkness consume me.