Nineteen year old Ken Bradshaw felt the agonizing boredom deep in the core of his petty existence. The past week has been pure, inescapable misery, and his only solace is gazing at the girl next-door. The decline in life’s value began the same day his family packed up and moved to Serenity Cove, on the very first night when Ken discovered the town was littered with children and married couples, but offered a small population of people his age. To make matters worse, they lived in a trailer, surrounded by a small community of trailer trash. The rich and sometimes snobby people in Serenity Cove called the trailer park, The Middle Class Ghetto, and the people living there were highly looked down upon.
Currently, his solace, an eighteen year old girl named Daisy Parker, was bathing in the sun. She is a cute girl, the perfect remedy for the blues. She has long black hair, a deep bronze glow to her skin, enchanting blue eyes-though at the moment she is wearing sunglasses with big, black frames, and her body is almost perfect. Ken stares at Daisy’s cute, firm breasts, her long, smooth legs and her cute little toes. Life still sucks, but it suddenly isn’t as gloomy.
It is Wednesday morning. Wearing a two piece bikini and shiny with an oil coating, Daisy reclined in the lounge chair in her small backyard. The grass is green, the roses that grew in the front of the yard were splendid, and the house trailer itself looked more modern then the one Ken’s father had purchased two weeks ago. Two days after buying the trailer home, he told the family about Serenity Cove. They had all been so thrilled. His parents were adapting nicely, Trish, his ten year old sister, had a bunch of friends already, and Mike, the seven month new arrival in the Bradshaw clan, didn’t have the vocal cords to announce his feelings. At the moment, Ken was the only member of the family who hated Serenity Cove, but his father had only one word of advice for him: “Your nineteen years old, nobody’s making you stay here. You can leave when you wish.”
His father made things sound so simple. Ken would’ve gladly left, if only he had some money. He worked at several grocery stores and fast food restaurants since his fifteenth birthday, but foolish purchases and bad financial planning left him without a dollar to call his own. Everything in his room, his very small room, the television, the DVD player, the Playstation 2, the radio, everything, was bought out of his own pocket. Ken is horrible with money. He spends money like a rich teenage girl, and has experienced more buyer’s remorse than any three people put together. Lately, however, in the mist of his newly found boredom, he found himself paying more attention to his possessions.
The section of the trailer park Ken lived is wider than it is deep, allowing all the trailer’s to face the street. The patch of grass where Daisy baths in the sun is about fifteen feet from back entrance to rear fence. There aren’t any trees and there are even less animals, but you had the right to do whatever you wanted with the fifteen feet you were given. The old backyard, in the place Ken wanted to be right now, was three times as large and there was a swimming pool.
Ken watched Daisy from his bedroom window. He had chosen the bedroom in the back of the house because all the other bedrooms were in the front of the house, and also the kitchen was a few steps away. He didn’t even know a Daisy existed, but having her to stare at was an extra bonus. Ken found himself wondering about her. What was her story? What did she like? Did she have a boyfriend? Was she as bored as him? Did she anybody interesting in this depressing town?
“Screw it,” he whispered in his empty room. “Why wonder?” He opened the door and left his stuffy bedroom. His room was the only one without a ceiling fan, and his parents had not bought him one yet, so nights have been sizzling experiences. Maybe he could have a sizzling experience with Daisy.
Ken’s parents would’ve been happy to know he was finally following their advice. It had been his mom who told him about the gorgeous girl in the next trailer. “Maybe you should go introduce yourself,” she had suggested. “Her name is Daisy, she’s about your age and she’s very pretty.” Ken ignored his mother that day, but she was right. Daisy was pretty. He found himself staring at the girl more and more as the days ticked into a week.
He slid open the screen door and stepped outside. The hot weather washed over his six foot frame, attacking his unprepared body. It took his eyes over a minute to adjust to the harsh daylight. When he felt prepared, he looked over at Daisy, still sunbathing in her yard, turned over so Ken could get a good look at her sweet ass. Making the adjustment from window watching to looking up close was difficult. Suddenly, Ken couldn’t find anyway to introduce himself to the new neighbor. Ken had felt this way before. Once upon a time, he had been a big baseball fan, and had the opportunity to meet Frank Thomas. He watched the three hour game, then was invited onto the field with a bunch of other small children. He walked over to his idol, looked into his eyes, saw the face he’d seen so many times on TV, and was unable to do or say anything. It was like his entire body turned off. Ken felt exactly the same as he stared at Daisy.
“Hey you,” came the sultry voice from the other yard.
Ken turned around slowly, trying to rebuild his confidence. While living in Cicero the first eighteen and a half years, Ken never found this hard to talk or look at a girl. He felt like some kind of basement freak.
“Can’t you hear me,” Daisy said.
Ken turned around, looking at the girl who didn’t know she was helping him cope with this miserable town. She was laying on her stomach, her face turned to allow her a decent look at him. She pushed the sunglasses from her eyes and slowly moved into a sitting position.
“Can you hear me,” she asked. Daisy’s feet were resting on the grass as she sat on the edge of the lounge chair.
“Hi,” he finally managed to say.
“For a moment there I’d didn’t think you spoke English.” Her smile is bright and big. Her teeth are perfectly straight. Her face is heart shaped, featuring the cutest little ears and a nose so small and thin it was laughable. She removed the sunglasses from her face and placed them beside her.
Ken approached Daisy, stopping at the fence which divided the properties. There house are the last two on the section. Daisy’s family lived on the absolute last. Next to her house was a big empty prairie, where trees actually grew. Before the trees and the emptiness, however, was a picnic area, built for the trailer residents. A parking lot divided the two sections of the trailer park, but that could only be seen in the front of the house.
“You must be Ken.” Daisy ventured.
“That’s me.” He still nervous, but the feeling was evading him. “My mother tell you about me.”
“I think I picked it up in a dream.” She smiled again. “She came over and introduced the family yesterday. My parents are love with your parents. They haven’t been in the real world. Talking to a family from the city is like Half Price Day at the Gregory’s Grocery Store to them.”
“Gregory’s Grocery Store?”
“Never mind. Why didn’t you come yesterday?”
“Didn’t feel like it,” he said honestly. “I hate it out. Nothing like I’m used to. Is it always so quiet?”
“Always.” Daisy never broke eye contact while she was talking. Sometimes, Ken found himself looking away from her stare, the impact of her deep blue eyes were arousing, and he looked away to avoid embarrassment. “You from Chicago?”
“Cicero actually. It’s a town right by Chicago.”
“You live here your whole life?” Ken asked. The sun was piercing down on his body, trying to suck the life out of him.
“Yep. Lived in the trailer park my whole life too. Went to high school and graduated at Serenity Cove High School. People didn’t think to highly of me.”
