Okay..here we get back to the real plot of the story...i'm getting there, i'm getting there!! lol
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Cherry pulled in the apartment building's parking lot at about 10:00. She couldn't
believe she was working for someone like Mrs. Cathrow. Cherry reminded herself to bring
her cell phone to work just incase Mrs. Cathrow needed to be taken to the hospital-or at least
a room with padded walls. Cherry told herself not to be judgmental, and walked into the apartment
house.
She doubted her mother would still be there, and when she opened the door, she found she was
right. A note sat on the table. Cherry picked it up and started to read her mom's loopy script.
Sherri,
Well, you said you would be home at eight, and it is about nine. I have to get home so I will
visit you next week. I left fifty dollars under the magazines-don't be mad-I left them there
because I was afraid someone would find the money. I think you need to check your locks
because the doors tend to open when you leave the room. Probably a loose hinge or something,
I don't know. Hopefully you find this note.
Goodnight,
Mom
Cherry searched the table for the money so she could give it back to her Mom. It wasn't there.
Cherry decided her mom probably just forgot to put it on the table. Cherry sighed, and went
into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, and pulled out a carton of milk. Reaching for a glass,
Cherry noticed something strange. There, on the counter, sat the fifty dollars. Besides it, sat
a lite joint. Cherry hesitated for a moment. She new her mom wouldn't be foolish enough to leave
something that could cause a fire on her counter.She just stood, and watched as it's smoke rose
up towards the ceiling. The smoke twirled, and disappeared in air. Cherry was surprised how fast
her kitchen filled up with the white, twirling smoke. All she could do was stare. Cherry looked
towards the smoke alarm, which was right above the joint. It wasn't ringing. The battery light
wasn't on. Braking out of the daze, Cherry took the joint, and quickly put it out. The smoke
faded.
Cherry stood on the counter, and reached for the alarm. She changed the batteries just to make
sure it worked. Still fascinated by what was happening, Cherry reached for the phone, and dialed
her mother's number.
"Hello?" her mom quickly answered.
"Mom, did you leave a cigarette on my counter?"
"Sherri, why would I-"
"To..well, I don't know! There was one on me counter when I got home."
"It was probably the boy you let into your house..see, I told you-"
"What boy?"
"Well..I was getting tired, so I went to your room. There was defiantly a men's jacket on your bed."
"What?"
"A jacket, Sherri! On your bed-go look, I'm not lying."
Cherry went to her room, and as her mom said, there was a jacket on her bed. Cherry slowly
touched the arm of the jacket.
"Sherri?..Sherri!..Sherri Valance?" her mom called from the phone.
Cherry turned the phone off, and slowly inspected the jacket. She finally put it on. Cherry
sat on her bed, amazed.
"This was..Dally's jacket" she whispered. Cherry ran her fingers down the seams. She wiped
a tear from her eye, and sat there, as the night air breezed through the half-open window.
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It's short, I know...please review. SEE! I'm gettin there!
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Cherry pulled in the apartment building's parking lot at about 10:00. She couldn't
believe she was working for someone like Mrs. Cathrow. Cherry reminded herself to bring
her cell phone to work just incase Mrs. Cathrow needed to be taken to the hospital-or at least
a room with padded walls. Cherry told herself not to be judgmental, and walked into the apartment
house.
She doubted her mother would still be there, and when she opened the door, she found she was
right. A note sat on the table. Cherry picked it up and started to read her mom's loopy script.
Sherri,
Well, you said you would be home at eight, and it is about nine. I have to get home so I will
visit you next week. I left fifty dollars under the magazines-don't be mad-I left them there
because I was afraid someone would find the money. I think you need to check your locks
because the doors tend to open when you leave the room. Probably a loose hinge or something,
I don't know. Hopefully you find this note.
Goodnight,
Mom
Cherry searched the table for the money so she could give it back to her Mom. It wasn't there.
Cherry decided her mom probably just forgot to put it on the table. Cherry sighed, and went
into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, and pulled out a carton of milk. Reaching for a glass,
Cherry noticed something strange. There, on the counter, sat the fifty dollars. Besides it, sat
a lite joint. Cherry hesitated for a moment. She new her mom wouldn't be foolish enough to leave
something that could cause a fire on her counter.She just stood, and watched as it's smoke rose
up towards the ceiling. The smoke twirled, and disappeared in air. Cherry was surprised how fast
her kitchen filled up with the white, twirling smoke. All she could do was stare. Cherry looked
towards the smoke alarm, which was right above the joint. It wasn't ringing. The battery light
wasn't on. Braking out of the daze, Cherry took the joint, and quickly put it out. The smoke
faded.
Cherry stood on the counter, and reached for the alarm. She changed the batteries just to make
sure it worked. Still fascinated by what was happening, Cherry reached for the phone, and dialed
her mother's number.
"Hello?" her mom quickly answered.
"Mom, did you leave a cigarette on my counter?"
"Sherri, why would I-"
"To..well, I don't know! There was one on me counter when I got home."
"It was probably the boy you let into your house..see, I told you-"
"What boy?"
"Well..I was getting tired, so I went to your room. There was defiantly a men's jacket on your bed."
"What?"
"A jacket, Sherri! On your bed-go look, I'm not lying."
Cherry went to her room, and as her mom said, there was a jacket on her bed. Cherry slowly
touched the arm of the jacket.
"Sherri?..Sherri!..Sherri Valance?" her mom called from the phone.
Cherry turned the phone off, and slowly inspected the jacket. She finally put it on. Cherry
sat on her bed, amazed.
"This was..Dally's jacket" she whispered. Cherry ran her fingers down the seams. She wiped
a tear from her eye, and sat there, as the night air breezed through the half-open window.
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It's short, I know...please review. SEE! I'm gettin there!