Entry: 1 "Stop and Stareā¦for a while"
I don't like a lot of things. But thing (or person I should say) is my stepmother.
I really don't see what my dad sees in her. She's nice, don't get me wrong, but she just doesn't fit in. She's the puzzle piece that seems to not fit but in the end you force it to stay. Then in the end the puzzle looks fucked up.
Her name is Priscilla (country girl alert. YEE-HA) and she has an 8 year old son, Levi. Now when I first met it was raining and she knocked on the door and rang the doorbell too many times. So reluctantly I opened the door and there she was. Standing there holding an umbrella in one hand and Levi's in the other. Now I could have slammed the door in their faces but I could obviously tell that Levi was crying prior to standing on my front door step. And since I have a weak spot for little kids I let them in.
We sat in the living room for a few minutes, but in my time it was a few very awkward minutes. Then my dad comes through the door with their luggage in his hands. He didn't look at me; all he did was take their things to the spare room.
I must have lain awake that whole night because I remember the next day at school I had slept through three bells straight.
The second person I don't like (hate in this case) is my real mom.
I can't forgive a monster like her leaving behind a good home for something worse. At first I blamed myself for leaving us, but then there is no reason to care anymore. The three things I have to accept are:
She left
She's never coming back
She's a the true wicked witch of the West
Now I hope that a house falls on her or she gets burned by water. That would please me very much.
The only thing that I fairly enjoy is taking care of Levi. He's a sweet little boy but he's a little quiet. Sometimes he gets a little clingy. Right now he sleeps with me even though he has a room for himself. I know that while I'm asleep he crawls in my bed and gets real close to me. When there's a storm he holds my hand.
I have to repeat to him silently that I won't let go. My grandma used to say that to me when I was a little girl.
I live in a city on the outskirts of town. It's a small place made up of trailer parks and normal middle class families. On Monroe Avenue and River there's the conjoined middle school and high school. Down the block there's the elementary school that Levi goes to.
There's the grocery store that I work at and then down the street from it is a mall and movie theater. The rest of the town is mostly factories and small businesses.
My dad works at a car manufacturing company and Priscilla is the manager of a store in the mall (go figure). And as I said before I work at the grocery but I really don't put any effort into my work.
Now I know what you're thinking by now this girl is really lazy and she has a good relationship with her stepbrother. But there's more to the story about me, Hinata.
I'm a high school senior and I have time to be lazy till' the end of the school year, but until then I going to try to cruise through the beginning. It's autumn and I'm still recovering from the worst summer in my life.
I had to go down south so I could help my grandma run her fruit stand. Now I was happy to do it but if someone would have read the fine print to me that I would have to be standing out in the hot sun I would have said hell to the naw!
Well here I go another year in school with the same faces, same routine, in the same Wire city.
Well there you go. The first chapter of a story based loosely of my true story. Please give constructive criticism on how I can improve. Hope you enjoyed it!
~Invoke
