One Night
Bridget Miller entered her small red used mini cooper full of optimism as she smoothed down her sky-blue skirt. She had a date tonight. The completely average, hazel-eyed, wavy brown-haired girl had just recently moved to her college town, located in Boulder, CO to attend CU. She planned to someday become a teacher, since she thought that if she were to do that, she could make a real difference in the world by helping shape the minds of the future. It was like when you welded metal with extreme, but friendly heat, if the children of tomorrow’s world needed anything, it was lessons. Though that was not the reason why she was driving this evening to another apartment building in her most casual formal wear, eyes shaded by light grey make-up, and lips coated with pink lipstick as if they were the perfect coat and it was the middle of winter. She had a date. She had goosebumps just thinking of the simple phrase in her mind. The small Miller girl had had her fair share of dates, along with ...