by. Aimie
Chapter 0ne: "I Couldn't Stop His Dream"
Sam's POV--
I couldn't do it. I couldn't stop him from achieveing his goals by telling him about it. It would have ruined his life. Ruined his everything. I didn't want to be the cause of him ending up like a pot-bellied father who doesn't work because of a mistake. Besides, he was way to young to be a father.
He was too young and so was I.
I was 16 years old, when life was good. I stood at the top of my game. I had family, friends and a loving boyfriend. I don't know why I let Valerie get to me, I don't why I beleived her when she said "All boys want is to get into your pants and if you don't give it to them they leave". I was so vulnerable despite my hard core shell. I had fallen for Freddie, I had fallen hard.
Don't get me wrong, I don't regret loving him. I don't regret my daughter either. But, it just wasn't the right time. I was surrounded by problems in school and I didn't need anything else. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better...BAM! Out came my daughter.
You wouldn't think that I'd fall for Valerie's stupid remark but I did and I gave Freddie something he never asked for. Willingly, I gave him my innocence. And he didn't turn me down. Why would've he? He was a guy and after all isn't that what all guys want?
A few weeks after this said 'event' he recived a letter from a school in Paris telling him that he had recieved a full scholarship for the rest of his educated life. I had known then but I was still fighting myself on wheather or not I should tell him.
He told me it was his dream and I just didb't have the heart to stop him from going. I watched him leave me, he told me he'd never forget me, and he was gone just..like..that.
It's been 16 years since I've seen Freddie. He's probably a big time director by now and he doesn't know about Jolie.
Jolie looks like her father a bit. She has the same brown hair and the same shape of her ears. She has my mouth, my eyes and of course...she's a girl.
My parents were furious. They told me that if I wanted to have this child they would support me financially. I wanted her in a way, it was the closest thing I had that reminded me of Freddie. Only my father was the one that actually tried to bond with me and Jolie again, my mother just stayed mad and I could understand why. But I had never know that after all these years she could still hold such a grudge.
We fight all the time. It's an awful shame.
I'm not telling this story for you to say 'Oh, I feel so sorry for her' or 'She is so stupid! How could she have done that!?", but I'm telling it for all you people that are influenced by your peers. Don't make the same mistake.
If your boyfriend really loved you, he would never ask for it. Just like Freddie never did.
There is absolutley no doubt in my mind that Freddie loved me. He did a lot and I loved him that's why it was so hard to take his dream away. I know he would've have stayed. No questions asked.
Jolie is more of my friend than anything. She's nice (at times) and has a great sense of humor. She reminds me of myself. She reminds me of what I would've have been like if I hadn't made such a stupid mistake. She knows about Freddie and she too agrees that her father should live his dream.
But I'm happy and she's happy and as long as we're happy the world matters not. Jolie walked into my room the other day and gave me a hug. That hug was random, I wonder what she wanted...
Even if she wanted something, these are the moments I live for, the ones where my daughter is happy. My daughter is why I go to work, why I wake up in the morning and the many other reasons as to why I'm still alive.
I didn't get a chance to go to a university, I barely finished High School. I was the laughing stock of the entire school. Carly tried her best to help me, but she had a dream as well and I couldn't have been such a burden to her. She left a when Jolie was 2 and a half to chase her artistic dream of becoming an actress. And a good one at that.
In High School, it wasn't long before Valerie and Jonah had banded together to make me an even bigger laughing stock. I went from the 'Girl That Beats Everyone Up and You Can't Mess With Her' to 'The Girl That Got Knocked Up SO You Can Mess Around With Her'. She was so mean to me, she hated me I could feel it. If you're laughing right now I'd say you are a very sick person.
Like I said before, I didn't get to finish my education so right now I just work as a editor for a magazine called "Original Girl". I would have given the world to live my own dream of being a pastry chef. But I didn't get to go to a university, so I'm stuck here baking for my daughter.
Baking was always my dirty little secret.
Carly is in Hollywood right now shooting a movie called "And Then There Were None", it's a scary movie she says and it's getting her paid. She usually drives up to Seattle on the weekends and visits Jolie and I but right now she's working. So bye, bye to that idea.
Jolie loves her Auntie Carly.
Spencer the Fencer got married 6 years ago to woman named 'Pauline'. He had 4 kids with Pauline 2 of which are just as crazy as he is and 2 of which are completely sane. Go figure.
Have you heard the phrase "Real Women Have Curves?" if you have than you are a winner because that's me. I am real and I have curves. When I was 16 I looked like a potato and then I began to lose weight after having Jolie due to extreme depression. It took me years to get over it. I had once become a stick figure and I barely even recognized myself. But, gladly, I'm okay now.
Moving on, Miss. Briggs has called (Isn't it bizzare how Mrs.Briggs, still teaches at Ridgeway?) she says that Jolie is still failing her class. I tried to restrain myself from saying "Well, maybe it's because you're boring!" and say in my best mom voice "NO DAUGHTER OF MINE, WILL FAIL A CLASS" and hang up. Simple, like that Miss. Briggs now thinks I actually don't blame her. Isn't it a shame how after all these years Miss.Briggs still hates me? She actually began teaching at Ridgeway High after I moved onto High School...so she's there torturing Jolie with her face and her Randy Jackson obsession. Ew.
I think I'm more mature now, that's what having a baby does to you. It makes you mature. Yes, I gained a beautiful baby and maturity. How, awesome.
I sign onto my AIM mail.
iamnotur.type: Hey Mom.
thequeenofsamville: HEYY! Where r u?
iamnotur.type: Adam's house, y?
thequeenofsamville: Just..curious. What r u doing there?
iamnotur.type: Chilling. He's teaching me how to work tech stuff.
thequeenofsamville: I didn't know he was a GeEk! I've known Adam since he was 5 and I didn't know this. Why didn't I know this?
iamnotur.type: You never asked. ;)
thequeenofsamville: Ahh. So now I gotta ask stuff?
iamnotur.type: Of course. What kind of mother would u be if u didn't ask stuff? Anyways, gtg, be back at 5:30. Bye!
thequeenofsamville: Hey when u get home u wanna bake a cake with me?
iamnotur.type: Sure Momma, bye! Junk in your trunk--
thequeenofsmallville: Okay, bye. Only the best! Junkity Junk!
That's our inside joke. The JUNK IN THE TRUNK. It's funny, for me.
She comes home at 5:30, as planned. She's a good girl (with me), she's very nice (to me) and she always does what I tell her to do. Her teachers can go to hell. My parents can go to hell. She's a good kid.
"Hey Momma, what's cookin'?" she asks looking at my mixing bowl.
"It's gonna be a cake...soon" I say mixing.
"Mind if I have a turn?" she sets her jacket down and grabs the bowl from me and starts mixing and dancing with the bowl.
"You're crazy"
"Not crazier than you are mother"
"Crazy, enough" I say sticking out my tounge.
"Ahh" she sets the bowl down "You are so immature."
Now I'm 'immature'?
"So are you" I grab the bowl and pour it's contents into a baking pan.
"But you're older, you're supposed to be mature..er" she says putting the baking pan into the oven.
"Yeah, well...whatever"
"That wasn't very mature" she says in a sing-songy voice.
"I have oodles of matureness!" I scream.
"Really Mom? Do you want to bet?"
"It's a bet!" we shake hands. "And what would you want to bet?"
"That you can't be mature or else you have to wear a chicken suit and run around saying 'I'm Immature' for a whole day"
"That bet wasn't very mature...Sweetheart..."
"Yeah, it wasn't but it doesn't apply to me" she shruggs and sits down. I take the cake decorating utensils out of the kitchen cabinets.
"What if I win?"
"Then...I get a chocolate cookie" she says
"No!" I flick some frosting in her face. "That's not fair"
"Hey!" she grabs a cherry and flicks it in my direction.
"You have to dress in a pink frilly dress all day. Even at school!" I flick some more frosting at her face.
"You're not being mature!" she screams dodging the frosting and throwing cherries.
"The bet doesn't start until tommorow!"
Okay, so we maybe we I didn't gain all the maturity I would've hoped for but I did gain a friend. A best friend and we are connected in a way that no one can break us apart.
It's true and even if you tried it's the most unbreakable bond one can ever have.
And that bond is stronger that anything in the world. A mother would die for their child, kill for their child and live for their child, that is what a mother is and if you're not willing to do this than you are not a real mom.
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A/N: Alright so I'm back, with another story. Hope it's snazzy enough for all you. I was watching my aunts favorite show Gillmore Girls (re-runs) and it gave me this idea. I have no idea what it's like to be a mom so I asked my aunts and they explained a bunch of things to me that I didn't want to re-know. My parents live far away and I didn't want to call my mom cuz I didn't want to ask her..it's still awkward. I always visit my aunts..so here I am mumbling about something u ppl don't care about..LMAO!
Question: At what age does one become an adult? I would've thought 20, right??
So, please review? Give me snazzy review! Please!?
Luv all you cuz ur all sooo snazzy,
Aimie