Epilogue
Thirty Scarves
Epilogue:
It was another high school day at Pleasantville High School. She tripped getting off the bus and walked into school with a bright red face. She was so embarrassed, and she hoped no one saw—especially not John.
There he was, walking down Lincoln Hall. He was surrounded by all his friends and he looked so carefree. She liked that about him. He always looked happy, like he knew a joke no one else did. Plus, he was nice to look at. He was tall and confident—handsome and funny. She had had a crush on him since she had first seen him in elementary school, even if she didn’t know it then.
He saw her trip and he laughed softly. He thought it was cute how fast she walked to class. He wondered what the rush was. He wasn’t exactly an A student, but he admired the ones that were. And he liked to watch her.
He saw her beautiful brown eyes, her long soft hair, and her curvy body. He always had a taste for good-looking women. He was the type of man that could see beauty in any woman. He was in love with how women looked, no matter the shape or size. And she was a natural beauty, but you could tell she didn’t know it yet. He liked how innocent she looked. And he loved her style. She always wore a scarf, and he thought that was really cool.
