How Can I Love You Back, If You Killed My Life?, chapter 1
Rain danced on my roof top. Black clouds hovering over my head. As I walk downstairs, into the kitchen, something loud startled me, coming from the bathroom. I run back upstairs, only to find my cat, Ninja Milly Kitty Face, jumping about, playing with the wash cloths. She meowed, as I gently picked my most favorite kitten up. Her half long, black and gray, hair, rubbed my neck. As I placed her down in her bed, next to the couch in the living room, I finish my destination, by going to the kitchen. I look outside the window, place my elbows on the counter, and started thinking. What would happen if my mom did find a caring boyfriend, to be her beloved husband? Just maybe.
"Emily, dear?" my mom softly called my name, from her room, awakening me from my wonders.
"Yeah, Mother?" I called back.
"Come up, I have something important to talk to you about." I respected my mother, in all ways. Except, when she doesn't chose the right men. I know her, she needs my help.
"K, hold up," I got up from my position, and walked by my kitten, stroking it's fur. "Here." I told her, as I walk in through her door.
"Look, I know my last relationships." She paused. "Well, they turned out to be, well bad. Look, you want a father, and yes, I do want a husband, so I was wondering, if you wanted to help me out, ya know. Mother to daughter. They always say, Always have activitys planned out with your family. You all might get to know eachother a little better."
"Yeah, sure Mother, whatever you want, I'm here, and I'll help." What the fuck did I just say? It's Christmas Vacation, not 'Help your mom to find a better relationship with a guy Vacation', I have no clue, what I have gotten myself into.
"Ok, now. All I'm asking is that, well, honestly I have no clue. What's your idea, hun?"
"We could maybe, go to the park, and I could bring my friends, and we could leave you alone. And you can go man-hunting." She laughed at that.
"Emily," She started.
"Yeah, mom?"
"Well, what time is it, right now?"
"It's 8:38pm, why?"
"Cuz I kinda, you know, made plans for us to go to a Bloodhound Gang concert, at 12:00pm."
"OH MY GOD! Get out." I was SOOOO happy, my second favorite all-time band, and my mothers first. Gosh, I'm so excited!
"I'm serious, go get ready, cuz I have to look nice." If your wondering my mother has the HUGEST crush on Jimmy Pop Ali, even though she won't admit it. We all know it, even my, and her friends do. We are in for the BEST night out, ever.
As I skip down the hall singing It's Tricky, I spinned around and burst in my room as happy as could be, only my happy mood, got turned off only to see the most scariest thing.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. Just kidding to the scary part. On my bed were TWO backstage passes.
"Whats wrong hunny, I heard you scream, are you ok?" my mom quickly stammered.
"Nothings wrong, I'm so excited!"
"Oh, you have found my christmas present to you. Those Back Stage passes." my mother smiled, she looked proud of herself. And I was happy for her. For once.
I quickly led her out, slamming the door. I went searching through my closet to find my most wonderful shirt. My black wife-beater, with a picture of a nun, with fire bordering the outline of the head. Over the fire, in black letters, embordered in it stated, "Burn,, Mother Fucker Burn." I love it, I got it from my mother, for my 13th birthday. Now I'm 14. Singing, as I put on my eyeliner, ok, people at my school think I'm goth, but I hate labels. I dress how I like, but nothing 'preppy'. As I try to apply my black eyeliner onto my left eye, I poked myself. That stupid bitchy eyeliner.
"Why is everybody body always pickin' on me? Cuz your white, but got a nose like Bill Cosby!" I screamed, in a singing voice, from one of Bloodhound Gang's songs, "Why is Everybody Always Pickin' on Me?" from their CD 'One Feirce Beer Coaster. I laughed at my 'singing' reflexes, to when I poked my beloved eyeball. Hey!, I have to see with it.
After I applyed my make-up, I slipped on my green and black thigh high socks, and put on my black ruffle-ly skirt, I bought from Hot Topic. I went searching for my DC's.
"Mother? Where the fuck did I put my shoes?" I yelled.
"Did you check the living room, next to Ninja's bed?" she replyed.
"OHHHH yeah." I mummbled to myself, walking out of my room. I basically 'flew' down stairs. I quickly slipped on my white DC's, they're Lt. Navy, and White, as I should say. I wear them everyday, so they're not in 'perfect' condition. Plus I write on them everyday, from lyrics to bands, to sayings and quotes. I relaced them with wide black shoe laces. They have green and black low-brow stars on 'em. Everyone at school thought they were maraijuana leafs. I wish.
"I see you found them" my mother said softly, I guess she saw me writing on them. She was wearing a black halter top, across her breasts was written, "Horray for Boobies". We bought everything, that has to do with Bloodhound Gang clothing lines, and shit, from their online store. She was wearing a blue jean mini skirt, with her black and white knee high socks. And she was also wearing her black Van's. Tonight is going to be the greatest.
"Emily, dear?" my mom softly called my name, from her room, awakening me from my wonders.
"Yeah, Mother?" I called back.
"Come up, I have something important to talk to you about." I respected my mother, in all ways. Except, when she doesn't chose the right men. I know her, she needs my help.
"K, hold up," I got up from my position, and walked by my kitten, stroking it's fur. "Here." I told her, as I walk in through her door.
"Look, I know my last relationships." She paused. "Well, they turned out to be, well bad. Look, you want a father, and yes, I do want a husband, so I was wondering, if you wanted to help me out, ya know. Mother to daughter. They always say, Always have activitys planned out with your family. You all might get to know eachother a little better."
"Yeah, sure Mother, whatever you want, I'm here, and I'll help." What the fuck did I just say? It's Christmas Vacation, not 'Help your mom to find a better relationship with a guy Vacation', I have no clue, what I have gotten myself into.
"Ok, now. All I'm asking is that, well, honestly I have no clue. What's your idea, hun?"
"We could maybe, go to the park, and I could bring my friends, and we could leave you alone. And you can go man-hunting." She laughed at that.
"Emily," She started.
"Yeah, mom?"
"Well, what time is it, right now?"
"It's 8:38pm, why?"
"Cuz I kinda, you know, made plans for us to go to a Bloodhound Gang concert, at 12:00pm."
"OH MY GOD! Get out." I was SOOOO happy, my second favorite all-time band, and my mothers first. Gosh, I'm so excited!
"I'm serious, go get ready, cuz I have to look nice." If your wondering my mother has the HUGEST crush on Jimmy Pop Ali, even though she won't admit it. We all know it, even my, and her friends do. We are in for the BEST night out, ever.
As I skip down the hall singing It's Tricky, I spinned around and burst in my room as happy as could be, only my happy mood, got turned off only to see the most scariest thing.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. Just kidding to the scary part. On my bed were TWO backstage passes.
"Whats wrong hunny, I heard you scream, are you ok?" my mom quickly stammered.
"Nothings wrong, I'm so excited!"
"Oh, you have found my christmas present to you. Those Back Stage passes." my mother smiled, she looked proud of herself. And I was happy for her. For once.
I quickly led her out, slamming the door. I went searching through my closet to find my most wonderful shirt. My black wife-beater, with a picture of a nun, with fire bordering the outline of the head. Over the fire, in black letters, embordered in it stated, "Burn,, Mother Fucker Burn." I love it, I got it from my mother, for my 13th birthday. Now I'm 14. Singing, as I put on my eyeliner, ok, people at my school think I'm goth, but I hate labels. I dress how I like, but nothing 'preppy'. As I try to apply my black eyeliner onto my left eye, I poked myself. That stupid bitchy eyeliner.
"Why is everybody body always pickin' on me? Cuz your white, but got a nose like Bill Cosby!" I screamed, in a singing voice, from one of Bloodhound Gang's songs, "Why is Everybody Always Pickin' on Me?" from their CD 'One Feirce Beer Coaster. I laughed at my 'singing' reflexes, to when I poked my beloved eyeball. Hey!, I have to see with it.
After I applyed my make-up, I slipped on my green and black thigh high socks, and put on my black ruffle-ly skirt, I bought from Hot Topic. I went searching for my DC's.
"Mother? Where the fuck did I put my shoes?" I yelled.
"Did you check the living room, next to Ninja's bed?" she replyed.
"OHHHH yeah." I mummbled to myself, walking out of my room. I basically 'flew' down stairs. I quickly slipped on my white DC's, they're Lt. Navy, and White, as I should say. I wear them everyday, so they're not in 'perfect' condition. Plus I write on them everyday, from lyrics to bands, to sayings and quotes. I relaced them with wide black shoe laces. They have green and black low-brow stars on 'em. Everyone at school thought they were maraijuana leafs. I wish.
"I see you found them" my mother said softly, I guess she saw me writing on them. She was wearing a black halter top, across her breasts was written, "Horray for Boobies". We bought everything, that has to do with Bloodhound Gang clothing lines, and shit, from their online store. She was wearing a blue jean mini skirt, with her black and white knee high socks. And she was also wearing her black Van's. Tonight is going to be the greatest.
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