I apologize that this chapter is very short, life has been hard lately, and complicated sadly.

I can't see to find as much time to write for fun... I went to Texas last month, it was pretty cool. My grandparents are winter Texans lol.

I just turned 15 and passed my permit test the other day, so you guys in the northern states of the United States (except Alaska), watch out... I've only been on the road for 3 days... muahahahahhahahahah!


There was a shiny silver spoon sitting on the table, which held all of the consciousness that I could keep. The curves bent just the right way to reflect the person I most hated in my life, me. I hated the fact that I was still alive.

"Troy?" I heard as the door rammed open into the wall to the side of it.

"Yea?" I continued to stare at the spoon.

"Are you ok?" after seeing my obvious distress, my mother quickened her pace as she raced toward me.

"No," I answered simply, "I'm not."

"What's wrong?" her most caring tone emerged while my eyes stared at the spoon, or more they stared into the spoon, "please, talk to me."

"Why should I?" my head snapped from the utensil and glared upwards at her, my mother.

"Because I'm your mother!" she almost shouted back at me.

"When?" I stood up in front of her and looked down at her, "when I was drinking because no one gave me the damn time of day? When I failed math my sophomore year? Or maybe when I sat in prison for four years without a single letter or phone call?"

"I gave birth to you, do not talk to me like that!" her eyes were glistening with tears that threatened to fall, "I did my best to provide for you!"

"Mom, you don't get it!" I shouted intensely at her, gripping her elbow, "I didn't need money," but I released my grip and backed away from her, "I needed you."

By the time I expressed my true feelings about her, she was breaking down, "I'm sorry Troy," she wept and I took her into my arms, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," I sighed, squeezing her lightly, "it's ok."

"It's all my fault," she cried lightly, "I should have taken more time to be with you."

And I let her cry, hoping, maybe, she was actually sorry and would try to be better.

The day after my mother/son moment, was Monday. It would be the first day that I would see Gabriella since I left her on her doorstep. I didn't understand exactly what was going on, but I knew I was falling in love with the girl. During my hours, I tried my hardest to pay attention to my job, and fearing I would get fired, I did, even while I thought about the beautiful woman that was also stalking around the store.

"Troy," I heard a quiet tap of a vocal chord behind me and turned quickly, and there she was, "can we talk for a minute?"

I nodded slightly and followed her into the back room.

"Why did you run away so fast?" she queried and looked me straight in the eye, something that a lot of people are afraid to do.

"I didn't mean to kiss you," I confessed, looking away from her, but she lifted a delicate set of five fingers and placed each of their tips on the right side of my face.

"It's ok," she forced my neck to twist back to face her and then hesitantly slid her hand up and around my neck, pulling it toward her slightly before gently attaching her lips to mine and bringing her right hand up into my hair.

I pulled away a few moments later, "I can't do this unless you're my girlfriend."

"Ok," she let go of me and turned around to walk away.

"Are you kidding?" I asked incredulously.

She turned back towards me and laughed, "yea," and walked back towards me, rejoining her hands around my neck and pulling me into a fiery passion.

"Wow," I whispered as she pulled away and we rested out foreheads together.

The door creaked and we jumped apart before Mr. Rover entered the room, "you two, I need you out there," and he walked back out, not suspecting anything.

"Meet me out front after your shift," she kissed my cheek and stuffed one hand into her right pocket and strutted out the door.

As expected, the rest of my day took a sharp turn and slowed almost to a stop. I couldn't get my mind off of her, my girlfriend, Gabriella.


Alright guys, here she is,

Alan Klien, Latanya and her husband, Mandy, Harry, Jessica, Beth Anne Hoyme, and David