All Along the Watchtower

*Matt*

I sat near my window looking down below. The afternoon was bright and clear. But I was focused on someone else. Blondie. I watch her everyday. She looks clean-cut. Her grey and pink uniform is always pressed. Her brown leather shoulder bag is always at her side. And a bold pink ribbon held her long golden blonde ponytail in place. She’s too sugary sweet for me. I like wild girls. But strangely, something draws me straight to her.

I heard the door open behind me. “Hi Ed.” I said without turning around. “Hey.” he said. “Back from the Parker dorm?” I asked. My roommate went silence. I knew that was a sensitive topic for him. Although Ed tried to act like it was really no big deal, I knew deep down inside, he was really ashamed of what he doing. I knew how to keep him in line at times.

“Why do you keep looking out the window day after day like that?” Ed asked. “Just blondie coming in from classes.” “Who?” Ed asked in confusion. I turned to him quickly. “You know,” I said. “Blondie.” Ed kept staring at me. Great! He’s looking at me like I am a lunatic. Better elaborate. “The little blondie girl with that ugly pink ribbon in her hair.” I explained. A fat pause came and sat on both of us. “Oh, you mean Poppy!” my roommate said at last. “Yeah her.” I replied. “That’s Blondie.” “But why do you keep watching her?” Ed asked. “Isn’t that stalking?” I looked at him like the boy was physco. “No!” I hissed. “If I really was stalking her, I would know every single detail about her! Here, I only know when Blondie leaves the building and when Blondie enters the building.” I didn’t bother telling him about more Blondie’s ugly ribbon. I saw it as a chain that kept her innocent. I swore that I wanted to snatch that ribbon out of her hair and spit on, step on, and burn it into the ash. Maybe the, hopefully, a wild woman would spring up and live freely. But sadly, one can dream. But…. Aw what the hell, it’s worth a shot to see!

“But isn’t that still stalking?” Ed asked. “Why do you have such an interest here anyway? It never struck me that you like those kind of girls. So why the change?” I sighed as I hung and shook my head. Don’t even bother explaining to him. Just don’t. He doesn’t get it. He just doesn’t get it!

Whatever it is, That Girl Put a Spell on Me