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Teenage Ghost
Evan had finally gotten a summer job. It was part time, cutting the grass on the baseball fields at the park. He also mowed the lawns of a few houses in the neighborhood. He wasn’t making a lot of money, only pocket change.
He was walking back home from mowing a lawn near Jeff’s old house when Rhonda had seen him.
She ran towards him, but he did not hear her because of the earphones.
The music was so loud Rhonda could tell which song he was listening to, she reached out and touched his shoulder.
Evan jerked sideways and pulled out his earplugs.
Rhonda smiled at him.
Evan gave her a disapproving look, if it wouldn’t have been so impolite he would have run in the other direction.
“Have you seen Jeff?” she asked politely.
“Since you told him ‘Get Out!’.” Evan made the last part sound like a monster speaking.
Rhonda’s smile faded at the mock, “Yes.” She looked at him indigently.
“I might have.” Evan looked at her.
“Well if you see him again, will you tell him I’m sorry and I’m off the pills now. He can come home.” she smiled again.
“Aight.” Evan said quickly.
Her smile faded again. She drew in a deep breath and let it out quickly. She looked away down the street then back at Evan. “Do you think he’ll come back?” she asked.
“Probably.” Evan shrugged.
“Do you know where he’s been staying?” she tried her luck.
Evan just stood there quietly and waited for her leave.
“All right then.” Rhonda sighed and walked back to her house.
When Evan got home he climbed into the tree house and found Jeff reading a comic book on the floor.
“I saw your mom.” Evan stated.
Jeff looked up.
“She said she’s clean, you can come home.” Evan sat down on the floor.
“What about you?” Jeff asked as he nodded towards the window. “How are you going to be without me around here?”
“It’s fine.” Evan waved him off.
“Well I don’t think so.” Jeff looked back down at the comic book as if the subject was closed.
“Don’t be like that!” Evan lurched forward and took the comic book away. “Your mom needs you right now. She went through all that trouble, to clean up. Mine wont even look at me in the mornings to wake me up. She did all this for you!” Evan shook the comic angrily. “I wish my mom cared this much about ME!” he was almost shouting.
Jeff wanted to tell his friend the truth. That Rhonda was not his mother. His mother had been dead for over fifteen years now.