There Goes His Minnesota Girl, chapter 5
Later that day, Adie had to go other wise I would get kicked of the trip for sure.
I was missing home. This perfect little town was reminding me of how much I aprciated mt crappy one. I most of all missed my mom. She would be all on her own at home. She origunaly wanted more children and now I see why. I'm glad its just me and Carla though.
I picked up my cellphone and ran threw my phone book searching for moms number. I pressed call andmy mom picked up.
"Mommy." I said in a baby voice.
"Oh hi Billie. I'm missing you. Are you having a good time? Is Carla looking after you." I laughed.
"Course mom. Missing you." Suddenly my phone got snatched at my hand.
I turned around to see Carla towering over me. She is only 1 year older and I don't get how she's tall and skinny and I'm short still with puppy fat.
"Hi mom." She said in this really girly voice. I felt like a little kid again.
When I was younger I had, well I still have anziety and panic attacks. I also found it hard to cummunicate with people. Carla didnt help. I have always acted young for my age but I felt like I was 5 with me being hepless once again as Carla bullied me.
She pushed me away as I tried to get the phone back.
"I want to tell her something." I yelled so mom could here.
"No need Billard. I will tell her for you." I hate it when she called me that. Bloody Billard. Its not even my name. I shoved her.
"Billie met a girl and then.." I grabbed the phone of her. She had pushed her look now.
"Billie Your first girlfriend." Meet the side of mom I hate.
"Mom I don't want to talk about it. Its weird."
"Billie you can tell me anything. Come on Billie." She was getting pushy.
"I would tell dad." It dropped silent. All I could hear was moms breathing.
"Lets not talk about this." I looked at the phone as if it was mom.
"I cant even talk about my farther." I shoved it in carlas arms and stormed of.
When my dad died, it made my anziety worse. I fell silent for weeks. The first time I spoke since then was when I got my first guitair Blue.
Carla ran uo to me with my cellphone. It was ringing. I answered the call. Carla hugged me while I was on the phone. I was thinking this meant she was sorry.
"Billie. I got some really bad news." It was Adrienne. Sobbing.
I was missing home. This perfect little town was reminding me of how much I aprciated mt crappy one. I most of all missed my mom. She would be all on her own at home. She origunaly wanted more children and now I see why. I'm glad its just me and Carla though.
I picked up my cellphone and ran threw my phone book searching for moms number. I pressed call andmy mom picked up.
"Mommy." I said in a baby voice.
"Oh hi Billie. I'm missing you. Are you having a good time? Is Carla looking after you." I laughed.
"Course mom. Missing you." Suddenly my phone got snatched at my hand.
I turned around to see Carla towering over me. She is only 1 year older and I don't get how she's tall and skinny and I'm short still with puppy fat.
"Hi mom." She said in this really girly voice. I felt like a little kid again.
When I was younger I had, well I still have anziety and panic attacks. I also found it hard to cummunicate with people. Carla didnt help. I have always acted young for my age but I felt like I was 5 with me being hepless once again as Carla bullied me.
She pushed me away as I tried to get the phone back.
"I want to tell her something." I yelled so mom could here.
"No need Billard. I will tell her for you." I hate it when she called me that. Bloody Billard. Its not even my name. I shoved her.
"Billie met a girl and then.." I grabbed the phone of her. She had pushed her look now.
"Billie Your first girlfriend." Meet the side of mom I hate.
"Mom I don't want to talk about it. Its weird."
"Billie you can tell me anything. Come on Billie." She was getting pushy.
"I would tell dad." It dropped silent. All I could hear was moms breathing.
"Lets not talk about this." I looked at the phone as if it was mom.
"I cant even talk about my farther." I shoved it in carlas arms and stormed of.
When my dad died, it made my anziety worse. I fell silent for weeks. The first time I spoke since then was when I got my first guitair Blue.
Carla ran uo to me with my cellphone. It was ringing. I answered the call. Carla hugged me while I was on the phone. I was thinking this meant she was sorry.
"Billie. I got some really bad news." It was Adrienne. Sobbing.
