spoken in the halls but that was the existence of their friendship.
“Thank you,” was all she could manage out of her choking throat.
Ella was in the first quarter of her senior year at Lindvile High School. She buried herself in her studies. Life for Ella wasn’t happy. Her mother didn’t show interest in her social clubs. Ella’s young mind realized her mother needed counseling and persuaded her to seek help. Mrs. Ferguson was soon in therapy and seemed to be digging herself out of a pity hole.
Months passed and Mrs. Ferguson and Ella were accepting the fact their husband and father was not returning. Ella began to make plans for college and Mrs. Ferguson dove back into her charity work. She realized Mr. Ferguson would want that him being a generous man.
Senior Prom was just around the corner. Ella hadn’t dated in high school. She was inches taller than most guys. You know how that makes a guy feel. Except for one handsome young man Phil Young. Phil was about the same height as Ella and since the day he put his arms around her at her locker he took a liking to her. He would speak to her in the halls but that was about it. All the cute girls were after him and he had a date
for every weekend. Ella knew he was well taken.
About a month before the prom Ella was sitting on her front porch when she heard the rumble of a car coming up the drive. Low and behold it was Phil Young. She wondered what he was doing at her place.
He turned the engine off and asked, “Be alright if I park here.”
“Sure, not a problem.”
“I was driving pat your place and thought you might like to take a drive with me.”
“Let me check with my mom, just a moment.” Ella said as she ran into the house.
“Mom where are you?” She called out.
“Up here honey, who’s that good looking guy on the front porch?”
“It’s Phil Young, remember I’ve mentioned him a couple times. He asked if I would like to go for a ride. Do you mind?” Ella asked.
”Of course not but I’ll have to come down to meet him. She jokingly warned.
Mrs. Ferguson was down the stairs and out the front door.
“Hello, I’m Mrs. Ferguson.” She said extending her small frail hand out to him.
Phil grasped her hand and said, “Nice to meet you Mrs. Ferguson I’m Phil Young. I was driving by…well actually I drove out here to ask if Ella would like to go for a ride.”
“Of course she can you two just don’t be too late getting back.’ Mrs. Ferguson smiled.
She walked back to the house handing Ella’s sweater out the door. Knowing Ella wouldn’t remember to get it. Her mind was on only one thing, Phil Young.
Phil drove a few miles and pulled over at a nice park.
“How about we set over there under the tree” he suggested.
Ella smiled an okay as Phil fetched a blanket from the back seat of his car. They each grabbed a corner and spread it on the lush green grass. Ella slipped her shoes off and sat holding her knees up to her chin. Phil lay on his side chewing on a piece of grass. They must have talked for an hour. Mostly about school and the plans they had for their future. What college they planned to attend, what career they would l pursue, on and on and on…
“Let’s go to the diner for a milk shake, what do you say Ella?” Phil asked.
Ella agreed that would be a good idea. She liked the thought of others seeing her with
“Thank you,” was all she could manage out of her choking throat.
Ella was in the first quarter of her senior year at Lindvile High School. She buried herself in her studies. Life for Ella wasn’t happy. Her mother didn’t show interest in her social clubs. Ella’s young mind realized her mother needed counseling and persuaded her to seek help. Mrs. Ferguson was soon in therapy and seemed to be digging herself out of a pity hole.
Months passed and Mrs. Ferguson and Ella were accepting the fact their husband and father was not returning. Ella began to make plans for college and Mrs. Ferguson dove back into her charity work. She realized Mr. Ferguson would want that him being a generous man.
Senior Prom was just around the corner. Ella hadn’t dated in high school. She was inches taller than most guys. You know how that makes a guy feel. Except for one handsome young man Phil Young. Phil was about the same height as Ella and since the day he put his arms around her at her locker he took a liking to her. He would speak to her in the halls but that was about it. All the cute girls were after him and he had a date
for every weekend. Ella knew he was well taken.
About a month before the prom Ella was sitting on her front porch when she heard the rumble of a car coming up the drive. Low and behold it was Phil Young. She wondered what he was doing at her place.
He turned the engine off and asked, “Be alright if I park here.”
“Sure, not a problem.”
“I was driving pat your place and thought you might like to take a drive with me.”
“Let me check with my mom, just a moment.” Ella said as she ran into the house.
“Mom where are you?” She called out.
“Up here honey, who’s that good looking guy on the front porch?”
“It’s Phil Young, remember I’ve mentioned him a couple times. He asked if I would like to go for a ride. Do you mind?” Ella asked.
”Of course not but I’ll have to come down to meet him. She jokingly warned.
Mrs. Ferguson was down the stairs and out the front door.
“Hello, I’m Mrs. Ferguson.” She said extending her small frail hand out to him.
Phil grasped her hand and said, “Nice to meet you Mrs. Ferguson I’m Phil Young. I was driving by…well actually I drove out here to ask if Ella would like to go for a ride.”
“Of course she can you two just don’t be too late getting back.’ Mrs. Ferguson smiled.
She walked back to the house handing Ella’s sweater out the door. Knowing Ella wouldn’t remember to get it. Her mind was on only one thing, Phil Young.
Phil drove a few miles and pulled over at a nice park.
“How about we set over there under the tree” he suggested.
Ella smiled an okay as Phil fetched a blanket from the back seat of his car. They each grabbed a corner and spread it on the lush green grass. Ella slipped her shoes off and sat holding her knees up to her chin. Phil lay on his side chewing on a piece of grass. They must have talked for an hour. Mostly about school and the plans they had for their future. What college they planned to attend, what career they would l pursue, on and on and on…
“Let’s go to the diner for a milk shake, what do you say Ella?” Phil asked.
Ella agreed that would be a good idea. She liked the thought of others seeing her with
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