A LITTLE PLACE CALLED HELL…OR HEAVEN
CHAPTER 5
THE ETCH-A-SKETCH DUDE
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That night, I made it home before mom. I was sitting at the table, smirking, waiting for her.
"What the hell as that today?" my mom asked entering the house. I chose to ignore her.
"Today I figured something out. My dad was blonde right that's how I didn't figure it out yesterday (A/N: I have nothing against blondes, I am blonde)?" She just stared at me so I continued, "I mean, he comes from a small town called Hell, he's a rebel without a cause, his uncle is ALWAYS wearing a backward baseball cap and owns the towns diner. In this town there is a loser, gossiped, cat and gnome couple, a crazy coffee addicted psycho, and a girl who he dated with the bluest blue eyes ever, she even left her PERFECT bagboy boyfriend for him, he still doesn't get why. Huh. That sounds oh so similar to your speech. I wonder why. Is Mr. Mariano, umm, oh I don't know, James Dean Wanna-Be?"
She was silent for a long time before whispering, "Maybe…Okay fine. Yes I dated him. Yes I fell in love with him. Yes I probably still love him." I smirked.
"See yah in class, Leigh." I said before skipping off to my room.
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"Hello class. Ready to hear me ramble about my 'family'. Huh. The only person I ever actually considered family was BBC. My mom was a drugged up alcoholic, and my dad, when I was little, he went out for diapers, and just didn't come back. So, when I was about 17, my mom sent me to live with my uncle BBC.
I don't know what else there is to say. My mom is now married to the etch-a-sketch dude. I haven't seen her happier. My uncle BBC is engaged to Crazy.
Kay kids, don't bug me, but if you really have to, do." Jess, that's cool, calling him Jess, said.
I skipped up to his desk, "You used to date my mom?" I asked.
"Umm, well…yah" he stuttered. Just then the bell rang.
"Bye James dean wanna-be" I said and skipped off to my next class thinking, 'The etch-a-sketch dude?'
