I'm in the middle of reading "The Five People You Meet In Heaven", and I have a story idea like it just a little different.
This story was my only planned out and thought out story. I hope you enjoy my new story, " My Last Words will Be Made Into Millions ".
Enjoy!
Today is Sonny's birthday!
"Come on, Connie! One more big push", Doctor Leon Smith yelled to the long haired brunette. But the brownie refused rapidly shaking her soaking wet brown locks around.
Connie's mother stood in the corner chewing on her nail as she watched her 17 year old daughter give birth. She would've never excepted it from her. Maybe from her other daughter, Ursula, who was always involved in some trouble. But, Connie was the smart girl who was always doing as she was asked. But Connie meant a boy and they feel in love.
As Connie let out one long scream the room quieted. There at the end of the bed was the Doctor Leon Smith holding a beautiful baby girl. Connie threw her head back and sighed before the doctor brought over the little girl.
Big brown eyes took up half her face and just above her chin lied little pink juicy lips. Connie sat in awe at her little girl smiling tearing up saying, "Hey honey. I'm your mommy".
"Do you have a name for her", asked a fair haired nurse cleaning up a tray. Connie thought back to the day she became pregnant. The day she helped the little girl with a cut on her knee outside her boyfriend's house.
"Her name is Alison Grace Monroe". She choked back tears as she watched the baby girl sleep. "And she is all mine".
Sonny Monroe stretched a shaky hand to the wooden end table to get her mug of cold iced tea. When she was twenty, this would be as simple as breathing. Now it felt as if she was lugging two obese mules on her back.
At eighty five years old, she was dying and she knew it. The used-to-be optimistic woman, was now as depressed as a rainy day. Ever since the death of her husband of 63 long years, she could no longer smile like she did when she was a star. She just let the corners of her mouth sink to her now flattened chest. At eighty, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She survived but now was suffering from arthritis, shingles, and now a slight cold.
She could remember it like it was yesterday.
Her husband, Chad Dylan Cooper was suffering from lung cancer. On the last day of his life, he took his wife on one last date to the boardwalk. They did what they did on the first date. They played carnival games, ate sweets, went to the candy store, and rode the only ride they could at old age: Love Tunnel. And they kissed when they were told in that tunnel and received a photo of the two with a glitter heart border. Then the love birds walked down to the sand and walked right down the shore to sit for hours. But Chad gasped, "I love you", for his lungs were swollen and tight. Sonny returned the same words before he rested his head on her shoulder. His breathing stopped and their on earth love was over.
But here she sat in her nursing home bed reading through her teenage diary. The biographer needed to know everything with intimate detail for her book. Sonny wouldn't allow anyone, but her best friend's eldest kid to do the job. Her own kids were actors, not writers.
"She's here Mrs. Cooper", Nurse Kay called into the room. Soon enough, a tall blond girl walked in. Well not exactly blond. She was 46 with gray hairs poking out at her roots. She was dressed in a Nike ocean blue tracksuit with a navy stripe down the pant leg.
"Hi Aunt Sonny". The woman engulfed Sonny in a giant hug making the old woman blush a deep loving red.
"Carmen Hart! You look twenty still", Sonny exclaimed patting the end of the bed for the girl to sit. Carmen sat crossing a leg over the other before pulling her hair in a pony from a band on her wrist. She giggled before getting out her notepad ready to take notes.
"Your a kiss up Aunt Son'. Ready to start", she asked flipping to the first page of fresh new yellow paper. Sonny nodded and took another sip from her mug. "Lets start from your childhood".
July 19th, 1995
I kicked my feet up high to the ocean blue skies as I swung on my new tire swing Mommy made me. Lucy's daddy made her one, but since I don't have one, my mommy made this one. Mommy said I don't have a daddy because he didn't want a baby. I think that's really mean because I was a really nice baby and I'm a really nice girl now. I guess he didn't know.
Me and Mommy live with grandma because my mom can't afford a nice house. Grandma has a really nice house. I even have my own room! Lucy's jealous because she doesn't have her own because she has five older brothers. Lucas, Leo, Ryan, Robert, and Ronald.
Mommy has a new boyfriend today. She always has a new one but this one is different. He looks just like me and Mom doesn't seem to like him. Everytime he tries to kiss her, she pretends she has something else to do, like helping me with homework. I know she's faking.
"So you never had a father", Carmen asked Sonny raising an eyebrow. Sonny shook her head and let a tear fall down her cheek. She was jealous of Lucy having a father. That's when their friendship frailed when Sonny started spending more time with her father then Lucy.
"Chad didn't either. That's why I knew he was the one for me".
Carmen could still remember the day Uncle Chad died. She was in the middle of writing a novel about a crime committed on Valentine's Day. She could barely breath as she dropped her pencil that day and sprinted to the hospital. There the So Random cast reunited as the watched their old friend die peacefully.
"I don't have a father either", Carmen said choking back a couple tears. "The man that could have been my guardian, chose to just leave. But now I don't think about that. I think about how happy my wife makes me. And how we can both keep Samantha and Claudia happy".
Sonny sighed and picked up her mug again. She cleared her throat and said, "Shall I tell you more"?
Today Is Sonny's Birthday!
Connie Monroe shut her locker door before making her way to her best friend, Carrie's locker. Carrie was the only one that still talked to her after she had Sonny.
"Are you coming tonight", Connie asked playing with the hem of her green sundress. Carrie shrugged before slamming the door.
"I think I have a family thing. It's really important", Carrie lied gazing around the hall. "My grandma is dead".
"No she isn't Carrie. I saw her this morning walking down the street perfectly fine. Your just embarrassed to be seen with me because of Ali", Connie yelled. Carrie smirked, and said, "You should really keep your legs closed more often.
Even though their friendship ended that horrid day, Connie couldn't wipe the smile off her face that night. She was celebrating her daughter's 1rst birthday. That night she didn't even sob about losing Carrie. For that night she spent the night teaching her daughter to walk.
September 12th, 1999
It was the first day of school and my mother of course was late picking me up. I knew she was a nurse and had to take care of people, but wasn't I first priority? I'm her only child and one of her only friends. She should put me into consideration some time.
Suddenly, the gray Chevy pulled up carrying my mother in the drivers seat. I took my schoolbag from the ground and shuffled to the car. I slid in avoiding my mothers face.
"Why the long face Alison", my mom asked. I moved my bangs from my face and turned to her angrily.
"Why do you always put work before me? Why does everything matter but me", I snapped. My mom hit the gas pedal and we shot down the street. I was stressing her out just with those words. Then the worst thing happened. The car went right into a street lamp causing the cars front to smash in causing me to fly back. Then everything had went black.
I awoke in a white powder colored room in excruciating pain. I looked all around for help screaming and then next to me lied my mother. Battered with bruises, deep cuts, and blood.
"Mom", I screamed. Nurses ran pulling me back. The pain didn't matter anymore. My mother mattered. "Mommy", I cried.
"Quiet Sweetie. She's just sleeping", a nurse said. "You don't want to hurt your arm anymore. Do you"?
A cast was wrapped around my skinny arm along with deep purple bruises. I shook my head and lied back down.
"You got in a car accident Aunt Son'", Carmen asked Sonny. Well, she kinda yelled in amazement. Sonny lifting a gray curl from her forehead showing her a deep scare.
"I'm the kind of girl that never lies. Ever", she said letting the curl fall back down to her wrinkled head.
"I wasn't finished yet".
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
This story is going to be from different points of views, so I hope you aren't confused.
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Sincerely, Emma Grace Anastasia 3