DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters and I am not making anymoney of this story. You will have to give credit where credit is due and that means if you like the characters tell the guys who created snowboard kids.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
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I am not sure how long I was reading for, I didn't stop untill my mom called me down for dinner. I had read the first book, save for one story which was just too confusing. I did realize that I new exactly how Micheal felt in that one story. I had also started the other book, it was more factual giving the physical facts as opposed to the emotional side. At dinner my mom asked what I had been reading, I was confused at first, how did she know I had been reading?
"I peaked into your room about half and hour ago, you where too absorbed in some book to notice," she said when I asked. Well that explained it, I was releaved that she hadn't noticed what book I had been reading.
"Just a book Jam lent me," I say, hoping she doesn't ask anymore questions.
"What is it about?" my prayers weren't answered, I decided to take the same escape a girl at school who is my Biology partner uses.
"People," I say, my mom just rolled her eyes.
"You sure it's not about things?" she jokes, I give her a small smile. I know that was what she was fishing for.
"OK, something is not right. And DON'T deny it, I'm your mother and I know," my mom puts her fork down and looks at me.
"Nothings wrong," I deny, she gives me that 'I told you not to lie to me' look.
"If nothing is wrong then why have you been so distant lately, you are usually bouncing off the walls." I glare at her.
"Well what do you think is wrong?" I snap at her.
"Slash please, I'm just worried," I knew I wasn't being fair but I wasn't in the mood for motherly advice, besides its not like she can help anyway.
"Well worry about someone else for a change," I put my fork down, push my chair back and head up to my room. I hear my mom try and call me back but I ignore her, all I could think about was how unfair it is for her and my dad to break up when I needed a family more then ever.
"Selfish," I say angerly when I get to my room. I wanted to smash something, but I didn't now what. Instead I attack my pillow, it doesn't help as well as people say. when I finally wear my self out I lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep.
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It was dark when I awoke, and the house was silent. sitting up I notice I am not longer in my cloths and under the covers, the only explination was my mom. It's funny how I am almost sixteen and my mom still comes into my room and undresses me when I fall asleep in my cloths. She is probably the only mom among my friends who still does that. I get out of bed a walk over to my bookshelf. I noticed that the two books that Jam had lent me where out of place. I start to get a bad feeling. Picking up the second book I see that to book mark was poking out the top of the book, I never do that I always leave the book mark in the middle of the page so you can't see it, it looks neater that way. The bad feeling turnes to a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know my mom has seen the books, and probably read some of at least one of them. This could only mean bad things.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
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I am not sure how long I was reading for, I didn't stop untill my mom called me down for dinner. I had read the first book, save for one story which was just too confusing. I did realize that I new exactly how Micheal felt in that one story. I had also started the other book, it was more factual giving the physical facts as opposed to the emotional side. At dinner my mom asked what I had been reading, I was confused at first, how did she know I had been reading?
"I peaked into your room about half and hour ago, you where too absorbed in some book to notice," she said when I asked. Well that explained it, I was releaved that she hadn't noticed what book I had been reading.
"Just a book Jam lent me," I say, hoping she doesn't ask anymore questions.
"What is it about?" my prayers weren't answered, I decided to take the same escape a girl at school who is my Biology partner uses.
"People," I say, my mom just rolled her eyes.
"You sure it's not about things?" she jokes, I give her a small smile. I know that was what she was fishing for.
"OK, something is not right. And DON'T deny it, I'm your mother and I know," my mom puts her fork down and looks at me.
"Nothings wrong," I deny, she gives me that 'I told you not to lie to me' look.
"If nothing is wrong then why have you been so distant lately, you are usually bouncing off the walls." I glare at her.
"Well what do you think is wrong?" I snap at her.
"Slash please, I'm just worried," I knew I wasn't being fair but I wasn't in the mood for motherly advice, besides its not like she can help anyway.
"Well worry about someone else for a change," I put my fork down, push my chair back and head up to my room. I hear my mom try and call me back but I ignore her, all I could think about was how unfair it is for her and my dad to break up when I needed a family more then ever.
"Selfish," I say angerly when I get to my room. I wanted to smash something, but I didn't now what. Instead I attack my pillow, it doesn't help as well as people say. when I finally wear my self out I lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep.
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It was dark when I awoke, and the house was silent. sitting up I notice I am not longer in my cloths and under the covers, the only explination was my mom. It's funny how I am almost sixteen and my mom still comes into my room and undresses me when I fall asleep in my cloths. She is probably the only mom among my friends who still does that. I get out of bed a walk over to my bookshelf. I noticed that the two books that Jam had lent me where out of place. I start to get a bad feeling. Picking up the second book I see that to book mark was poking out the top of the book, I never do that I always leave the book mark in the middle of the page so you can't see it, it looks neater that way. The bad feeling turnes to a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know my mom has seen the books, and probably read some of at least one of them. This could only mean bad things.