Esther

It was time for a change. Esther wanted what probably all girls her age wanted. Him… She wanted that guy that every 17 year old girl dreamed of. Tall dark and handsome. She had been through plenty of guys and they all came up short in one way or another. There was Jonny who had the tall dark and handsome part right, but lacked the brain to put it to any kind of good use. The deepest conversation she had had with him was about the chicken and the egg, which led to him sneaking into a neighboring farm just to feed a chicken. This would have been bad enough, but of course he had to feed it, that’s right you guessed it, scrambled eggs just because he found it ironic. He then decided that the chicken must have come first, because if the chicken hadn’t laid the egg, then it wouldn’t have known what the egg was, and would have eaten it… She didn’t know how to respond to that either.

Clearly, tall dark and handsome wasn’t enough. Esther needed the kind of guy that was smart too. He didn’t have to be the next bill gates. In fact, she preferred that he not be that smart, as she had an aversion to chess club members and mathletes. She wanted a guy that was more street smart. The kind of guy who could take care of himself, and of course her, in case of an emergency. He couldn’t be like Lord-Francis (yes that was his real name, LF for short) who was a nice guy, not bad looking, and fairly smart to boot. But he had a slight problem with anxiety, and couldn’t exactly handle himself in emergency situations. For example, there was the time when she had had a track meet and Jason was watching in the audience. She was a hurdler and proud of it. In this particular meet she had misjudged one of the hurdles and caught her back foot on it. She fell forward face-planting right into the pavement. LF valiantly rushed to her rescue, only to see the blood gushing down her face from her nose and the scrape on her chin. He fainted right there on the spot. He fell off to the side of the track into the grass, which would have been good, except his head just so happened to land on a shot-put ball, giving him a concussion. In the end he had needed more medical attention than she had.

It was sort of the same story with Daniel, Norman, Kevin, and Shea. They were all nice guys, but in one way or another, they just didn’t quite satisfy her requirements. Esther couldn’t understand why she was thus far unable to find that right guy. She was after all fairly attractive. People were always telling her she looked older, often taking her for a college student. She had night dark hair that bounced and swayed all the way down to the middle of her back, with hazel eyes, sharp green contrasting brilliantly with the plain brown. She was half Korean on her mom’s side, with one quarter Jamaican and one quarter Caucasian, given her by her dad. Her Asian eyes and bone structure went well her Caucasian nose, and Jamaican chin. It was quite a mix. She was blessed with a thin frame and had just recently added some not so modest curves to fill it in. She had always had hands and feet that seemed just a little too large for such a small person, but she had grown into them nicely. She had class. She really was turning into a beautiful young woman.