Currently Listening To: Rancid "Ruby Soho"
So if anyone's ever wondering where my titles for my blog's come from, it's either
a) purely random or
b) the first part of a song that pops into my head
So there's my theory for picking blog titles. Besides that, today was an overall boring day. I went to school... boring... got my hair done, semi-exciting... and came home and watched movies... boring. Which brings me to my next subject. I realized why I hate Composition classes so much. I'd much rather free write and develope my own story/poem/whatever, rather than prewriting, making a thesis, blah, blah, blah! Although I can choose the topic, that all seems like a waste of time, let alone a waste of paper, to me.
Which brings me to yet my next subject. Da da da daaaaaaaaaaa! My story! Since the rest of my life today was completely boring, I'll take up much of this space to post part of my story mentioned 2 in my blog: "Dreamer".
Here we go...
The last time I saw my mother was ten years ago. Now, as my feet smack down one by one on the pavement, I feel a wave of fear come over me as I make my was toward the door. I don't know why I'm afraid. She is my mother for christ's sake! Maybe it was because I hadn't seen her in person for so long, that I was afraid she wouldn't recognize me, or maybe it was because of how I left and why.
My mother had always done so much for our family, but when she let that man come back and live with us, our whole perfect family became a living hell. Like before he, my father, would come home late at night, stumbling over the threshold of the doorway, with the strong pungent scent of alcohol lingering on his breath. He would always yell up our staircase for my mother to scramble out of bed and make him a 4 course meal. Normally she would unhappily oblige, but this night she didn't.
From now on my stories will be in italics and my regular posts will be normal. Please feel free to leave CONSTRUCTIVE CRICISM or SUGGESTIONS for me! I would appreciate it! Thanx
Peace!
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