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Ok.. here we go. Proluge I was laughing with my friends, talking about what we were going to do this weekend. My friend, Nickie,
Dangit! Sorry! Lets try this again. =_= Proluge I was laughing with my two friends, talking about what we were going to do this weekend. My friend, Nickie, said she wanted to come over Friday, and stay the night. Telling her I'd talk to Mom about it, I began to sweat under my breath as an eighth grader raced past us, not turning to say sorry as he elbowed my arm. "Watch it!" I snarled under my exhaling breath. Nickie laughed, seeing me pissed off was the only thing that could make her laugh. She was really serious, but would never go behind my back. For a second, as I took a second every day, I relished my friends. Each of the two were loyal and devoted. Despite being friends got only a year, we feel as though we have known each other all our lives. "Can I come over Saturday then??" Young Waugh pleaded, I knew she didn't like to be home on the weekends, but that was one thing I couldn't understand. Waugh's house was awesome! Her mom let her do almost anything, her step-dad played videogames and enjoyed [/] it! Her brothers always played videogamws, and never argued!
I grinned. "I'll ask Momma. Will you bring fireworks and your bike?" I said, meticulous enough to not give away any details. Vanna, AKA Young Waugh, returned the grin and mischief shone in gee brown eyes and replied, "Why would I not?" I walked Nickie to her bus, and jumped on mine a few minutes early. On the ride home, I, for some unexplained reason, felt a sharp pang of grief. I pushed it away and smiled. Life was good.
Chapter One! Sweet as Sugar, Cold as Ice You break her Heart, I'll kill you twice I yawned, not wanting to wake up, but my step dad flashed on the light that was above my face, which also turned on the ceiling fan, which was also a foot from my face. I closed my eyes tightly as he said, "Aubrey, it's time to wake up or you'll be late for the bus," with that, I groaned and reached up, more of which sideways to avoid the swinging fan blades and a new bruise. I switched off the light and extracted my arm back carefully. Eventually I opened my eyes and climbed down my bunk-desk-bed ladder, after shaking off the warm, soft blankets. I jumped into the cold shower, and back out as I was done. I hurriedly got dressed. I stepped into my parents' room, which was right across the hallway of my room. My stepfather was kissing my mother good-bye, and I could tell he didn't want to go to work again without her. He patted my head and left for work. "Hey momma," I said, smiling gently. My Mom wad very ill. Recently diagnosed with fibromialgia. A bone disease that I figured was almost incurable. She gave a weak smile, eyes milky. She sat on the edge of her bed. "Wanna put my hair up?" I asked, remembering when I was in Elementary and she'd always do my hair. She nodded, and I leapt up and grabbed her hairbrush, pulling a hair band off my wrist, handing the items to her. When she finished putting my hair up, I turned and hugged her closely. "I love you.." I whispered, too choked for words. I absolutely hated seeing her like this. I almost cried. The night before we sat listening to Eminem, laughing and trying to find a song for us. She mentioned a song by Lauren Alaina, Like my Mother Does , and it stuck. I walked out the front door, leaving my older brother, Tanner, with my mom. School days passed quickly. But not today. Today was another case. At 8:50, around that time anyway, I felt pain and lethargy. At about 9:00 I wanted to die, and sleep away the pain. As the pain eventually turned to grief around 12:00. I walked down the hallways after school (resort to Proluge for events) and jumped on the bus. The bus reached my stop, and I smiled widely. Mike, Pat, and Jerry were there. I said to my bus driver, Mrs. Beth, who looked worried, "Must be a random family reunion!" I raced down the steps, leaping over the almost crumbled brick wall, and slowed to a walk. My smile had faded. Crying isn't part of a family reunion. Definitely not. My stepdad was looking down, so his mom, Jerry, said "Come here honey, sit on my lap. You have to be brave, can you promise me you will?" I nodded. My first thought, was that my dog
Lucy had died. I pushed the thought away. Mike wouldn't be this upset over Lucy dieing... [/] I thought. Eventually the second thought appeared. Mom died.... because, who was the one adult missing from the porch? I tried pushing that thought away, but it stuck. Finally I whispered "What happened..?" Mike replied quietly but instantly. "Aubrey.. your momma died.." I froze. Ice ran through my veins. I turned away, burying my head into Jerry's neck. Mike rubbed my leg in a gesture of comfort. I finally looked towards Mike and Pat. I was torn. I kneeled beside Mike and held him tightly, he started to cry as I held him. I pulled away when he did and picked up my Hurley Snake-Skin back pack. "Ima go to my room for a lil' while.." I mumbled, and Pat nodded. I walked to my room, fighting tears. I looked into my mom's room, thinking.. hoping it was all a big joke. It all felt fake. This couldn't be real. I repeated that in my head as I turned into my room, closing the door and collapsing on my bean bag chair. I turned on my tablet, then my music and pulled a cover over me. It must be a dream.. please be a dream. I thought.
Ok. Still haven't figured out how to indent. Sorry. Get your popcorn and Soda, this is a kinda long chapter!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Two! "...and when I'm gone just carry on, don't rejoice everytime you hear the sound of my voice 'cause I didn't feel no pain so baby don't feel no pain just smile back..." -Eminem, When I'm Gone I couldn't think straight, so I went back outside when the bus drove by. My brother was missing. Great. My stepdad and uncle went in the truck to find him, and I stayed behind. I sat on Jerry's lap again, and asked "How did it happen...?" She didn't hesitate to answer. "She overdoses on her pills." I thought I knew those pills would be the end of her... then I asked "Who.. found.. her?" I was beginning to get the 'being-choked' feeling again. "Mike." Came the elongated Country accent. I nodded, and now, of all times. I had nerve. "What did she look like...?" "Her nose was pushed in like she broke it, and there was blood all over the floor and her face like she was trying to get out of bed but couldn't and fell and knocked out." My face was now masked with obvious horror. I stood as Mike and Pat pulled into the driveway. "Find him?" My voice was pleading, but Mike shook his head. Sighing, I murmured, "Maybe he had to stay after..." with that, I turned and and walked back under the carport, into the house and to my room. Laden with disappointment and anger, not a good combination, I slumped in my bean bag. (as you can tell, I was too lazy to climb into my bed again :3 ) My step sister, Allie, walked into my room and said with her gentle voice, "Hey lil' bit..." I scooted aside and patted the other half of the large bean bag for her to sit down. She sat beside me. "Hi.." I mumbled self-consciously. "I heard momma did your hair this mornin'. " She was obviously trying to cheer me up. I nodded, though, and hugged her. "I miss her so much.." I muttered, grief and frustration wrecking me. Five minutes later, she stood and walked into my parents' room. Tanner walked in, into Mom's room. I heard Mike trying to tell him, so I saved Mike the trouble and walked up to Tanner, still crying and said flatly, "Momma died, bubba." I tried a gesture of comfort, but he pulled away and sat on Mom's side of the bed. Shock covered his face, and he too, had begun to sob. He knew it was no joke. I pushed away my own grief and sat beside him, and he laid his head on my shoulder. Eventually he went to his room to be alone with his thoughts. I felt absolutely horrible as I went back into my own room. I logged onto Kingdoms at War, a game I always play. Which was the only thing that could stop the torrent of emotions. Although I only lurked on Clan Chat. I thought of how weird it was. What was weird? They had no idea what was happening with me right now. They were clueless.
This is still Chapter Two. Eventually I logged off, unknowing of what I should've posted. I walked into the hallways, stopping outside Tanner's room. I wondered whether I should try comforting him. Knock on his door and ask if he needed anything?
This is still Chapter Two. Eventually I logged off, unknowing of what I should've posted. I walked into the hallways, stopping outside Tanner's room. I wondered whether I should try comforting him. Knock on his door and ask if he needed anything? Nah... he probably wants to be alone... I then continued waking, turning into the living room. Skirting the brown, tan, and black cushioned couch, I stepped into the kitchen and walked straight towards the laundry room. Taking a sharp right out the opened oaken front door, I continued going until I was out from the car port and turned right again. I looked up at the large ivy-tendril wrapped tree. It looked humongous. Truth be told, the tree itself wasn't all that big. The Ivy Tendrils mast it much thicker. I looked over and saw Jerry sitting in the white metal rocking chair like seat. I sat in the other seat, my Mon's favorite one. It was a dark oaken rocking chair with a nicely made structure. I began gently rocking. "So where are we going to stay?" I asked Mike as he came into view from under the carport. "Your dad's gonna pick you up. " he replied firmly. I nodded. "Mkay..."I replied. My heart felt like it was ripped out of by chest, thrown around like a volleyball, punched like a punching bag, slammed into the dirt of a baseball field by a baseball bat, stomped on, and eventually torn to pieces. And I'm left to piece it back together and put it back in my chest. I began to wonder about school. Its still Wednesday, will I be excused, or have homework when I get back?