| Hi...so today has been hectic. After my two college classes at highschool, I had to go to my Blue River class. Then, I had to go to Lori's house because we could not figure out our Trig homework (Trig usually rocks by the way!)...Then, my sis wanted me to go to the bank and Price Chopper with her. Now my family is wanting to go out to eat for dinner. Once I do that, I have to come home and write my Final Draft of my Short story and then work on my history research paper. So see, today is crazy...so much to do, so little time.
Here's my stupid short story in case you have a lot of extra time on your hands....and by the way I am totally not creative. That's why it sucks really bad.
“You call this love? The hell with you both,” I screamed. I couldn’t help it. My parents knew what they did about a year ago was wrong. Now here I am in my Guardian ad Litem’s cramped, little office with two families fighting over me. Why is mommy telling me she loves me so much? I can see that dull expression in her eyes leading me to believe otherwise. She’s trying to fight the smirk she gets on her weathered face when she is knocking me around a bit in the trailer. Daddy is just sitting there twiddling his thumbs as if nothing being said is of any importance, at least not pertaining to him. Why are they even here? They screwed up and I benefited. I have a new family now that loves me very much. Why do my real parents want to take that from me? I guess I must fight for what I want. So, I asked in an almost quivering voice barely a notch above a whisper, “Wait. Can I tell my side of the story?”
My life consists of doing household chores, cooking dinner, and most importantly staying out of mommy and daddy’s way. I’m finally walking home from the bus stop after another exhausting day of school. My rundown trailer is right down the gravel road. I wish it were miles away. I walk inside to find nobody home once again. I just go in my room and sit on my bed, which is merely a mattress on the floor. I have to get my homework done quickly. Mommy and daddy will be home in about an hour expecting dinner ready for them to eat. I rush through my homework and set it by my bed. I go into the kitchen and pull the rusty, fold up chair over to the sink in order to reach the cabinet with the pots and pans. I am making chicken and macaroni and cheese. I hope they like it. As the food is almost ready, I realize that mommy and daddy are not home yet. I hold off on dinner for about another hour or so and they finally get home. Mommy is very furious, because her dinner is cold. She back hands me and sends me into my room. I just sit in a corner in my room rocking back and forth thinking about what I did wrong. It’s getting pretty late now and their friends are starting to arrive. They are bringing in bags of bottles; I’m not sure what is in them. Daddy seems appreciative, though. After about five minutes, they walk out with a much smaller bag. I’m supposed to stay in my room at night, but I have to use the bathroom really bad. Maybe if I’m very quiet, then they will not notice me. I smell something that is practically indescribable; Some people may think the smell is similar to ammonia or even rotten eggs while others might say ether. I peer into mommy and daddy’s room. I think mommy is sick. She is giving herself a shot in her scabby arm. Daddy sees me peeking into the room and tells me to get lost. I ask him if mommy is okay and he says she is enjoying herself. Before I shut the door, I notice what daddy is doing. He is mixing things together in jars. It seems like it would be fun. He would never let me do it though because I’m a pain in the neck. I go climb back in bed to rest up for the repeat of today’s events.
Once again I am done going through the same motions of struggling with my homework, preparing dinner, and finally going to bed, when something very unusual and startling happens. There is a lot of commotion outside of my window. I’m just going to lie here under my blanket and pretend like nothing is happening, though. Someone is slamming our door open. The whole trailer is moving like there is an earthquake or something. I wish I had my teddy but mommy said that it annoyed her when I carried it around everywhere so she mutilated it awhile back. I can hear a deep voice shouting, “Police! Put your hands up where I can see them!” I’m terrified and trying not to let the tears have their way by streaming down my face. I don‘t want anybody to hear my sobbing. Maybe this is just a nightmare. Or maybe it isn’t; somebody is turning the knob on my door. Please just let it be mommy. Oh please, please just let it be her. Some man is now standing in my room telling me I have to go with him. I find myself screaming at the top of my lungs, “No! Mommy, save me. Please, mommy. Help!” He puts his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. Then, he tries to explain that mommy and daddy did something very bad and that I’m not going to be able to see them for awhile. I am walking through the trailer to leave and there are a few cops in my parents room. I wonder what they are doing. It feels like a big boulder just hit my chest. As I am walking outside I see mommy in handcuffs and daddy sitting in a police car. I focus on the lights going around and around on top of the car as the strange man passes me off to a seemingly nice lady. She tells me that my life will be dramatically different now and that I will have a new family that loves me.
A lady just woke me up. She says it is time for breakfast and to come down stairs. Maybe mommy and daddy are down there. Well, I really hope they are. As I walk down the stairs, I can hear a man and woman laughing. The only time I have ever heard someone laugh before was at school. I find their laughter to be a bit peculiar. Nevertheless, I follow it into the kitchen. The lady tells me to sit while she gets me something to eat. The man asks me if I slept well. I don’t answer. I merely ask, “When can I go home?” He begins to tell me that this is my home now and they hope I like it. They both start telling me about themselves and all of the things that will be different in my life. I’m not listening to them very well. All I can think about is what I did to make this happen. I must have done something very awful. I love my mommy and daddy. Why can’t I live with them? I’m feeling so many emotions, and a great deals of thoughts are stampeding through my mind. I feel so much remorse and guilt. Maybe I’ll just keep to myself from now on. I won’t open up to these people who think I’ll be their kid. That will show them.
“I’m finished. That is my side of the story,” I murmur to the hushed room. I look at my new mom; she has tears pouring out of her naïve eyes as if they were Niagara Falls. I then look at my real mom who has a look of embarrassment in her tired eyes. I can see who truly loves me. I take another good look at my new mom and then turn to my real mom once again. “See that is how real parents react when hearing about a situation like that. My new parents take care of me and would never put me in harms way; that is what I call love,” I remark in a powerful voice. “It has been almost a year since the night I found out what you were doing while I was only one room over. I will never understand how you could run a meth lab out of our house. Or even how you could use that stuff. I was only ten-years-old but I had to take care of myself the way a teenager would. The parents I have now let me be a kid. It took a lot of work, but they stuck by me when I battled through the issues I had after the bust. That is why I choose them. If you truly love me as much as you say you do, then you will leave us be.” |
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