owllight
Always forgetful. Always. Always always ALWAYS. But, that's what made her her, you know? Bottle green eyes, freckles everywhere, forgetful and that crooked grin, with a fickle dimple that sometimes show, and sometimes didn't. Lately, I've forgotten that smile. I've forgotten how she works.
The limo rolled up, and lurched to a stop. The driver climbed out of his seat, and opened up the door. In this town, he knew not to say anything. The limp girl sprawled on the seat was just a figment. She wasn't really there.
I'm really tempted to stay on the couch, on the computer, and avoiding homework. However, my mother is glowering at me, so I suppose I really should probably be hitting the books right about now, no matter how reluctant I am...
Curiosity killed the cat. Well, it was about to kill her right now. Not literally, of course, but she was caught in a very precarious situation that she really shouldn't have been in. She bit her lip, again, weighing her options.
I don't want to do a natural birth. I don't care if it "the most beautiful thing ever", the thing is, a human being is coming out of me. Ouch. I'll be to busy pushing, and breathing, and who knows what else to see the beauty. Plus, I most likely won't be able to see my feet.
It was a typical Wednesday night in the trailerhood. An old stereo was playing somewhere in the distant, and lazy Southern drawls greeted one another. Loretta was playing poker, again. Cigarette and 2 queens in hand, things were looking up for her.
Determined, she propped herself up. She wouldn't let this take her down, no - she could conquer it. She WOULD conquer it. This foreign object in her body wouldn't spread - the medication and radiation would nip it. She was far to strong, far to proud, far to determined to let this cancer take her.
Cute shoes, cute purse- oh! look at those diamonds! She simply must have them. Have them all. Add, add, add. She only added to her collection, never subtracted. She only subtracted last season's staples, and replaced. Her closet space was dwindling! After a successful spree, she handed over her piece of flimsy plastic.
I had to talk someone down. Enough said.