Things Momma loved. (This is purely fictional) (457 Words) Description: A Young troubled teen girl confronts the killer of her mother in a drunken accident, her former best friend. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I picked up my pen and tapped it on my lip. It was a ballpoint bic, the only pen Momma bought. I looked at the ragged notebook looseleaf page in front of me. I tore at the edges from where it had been mercilessly ripped from my notebook. I put my pen on the page and wrought: THINGS MY MOMMA LOVED. •Little bottles of cokes •Bluegrass •Coupons •Hair die •Shopping •Cadillacs •Clinque products •Josh Grisham •Days of our lives •Her engagement ring •Her diploma •Me I underlined "Me" Five times. She loved me. Loved. Past tense. It shouldn't be that way. "Jebb!" I looked up from my table in the cafeteria. Who wants to talk to me of all people? "Jebb!" Fayne rushed towards me. She plopped down in front of me, her tray clattering on the plastic top. "Don't call me that." I scowled. She signed. "Fine, Jennifer Bree. Why haven't you been answered my texts?" I glared at her. She hits my mother with her car, drunk, killing her,ripping her from me, and she expects me to talk to her? She lowered her voice. "Jebb...please...I was drunk...it was An accident..." "Does that qualify as an excuse?!?" She looked at me. "No! I screeched. "No it does not!" The whole cafeteria looked at me. Fayne looked at me. I dropped everything and raced from the room, and rushed Into the hall. I had been collapsed in a little ball near the water fountain for what seemed hours. "Jebb..." I felt a hand on my back and heard a strange a wailing noise. It was me. I looked Fayne in the eye and whimpered. "Jebb..we were both drunk...I'm sorry..so sorry...please..forgive me.." Sobbing harder, I hugged her tightly. She was all I had left. My only friend. "Jebb...she's watching you, she'll always be here..in your heart, she'll never be truly gone. She loved you more than any of this." She gently pressed the note I'd been working on earlier. "You were her world to her Jebb." I wiped my eyes and sniffled. "Does it ruin my though girl image to wail like a baby over her?" Fayne smiled. "Nah...if any one asks, ill say I slept with Darren or something." I laughed. I couldn't be mad at her. I got up and pulled her up with me, enveloping her in a hug. Arm and arm, we strode back into the cafeteria, leaving my Momma's list behind. It was just a list anyway.

My Serious Problem With The World. This is a Rant. If you do not agree with my views, please comment and tell me your side of this story. Thank you for your consideration! I have a problem. With society. And the people in it,people who make me never want to pro-create, never start a family, never bring a single child into this world. It is the kids I come across and the way the act, how they are raised, they're manners, or lack of. I see children run over they're parents, elders, and people in general. They are raised with no backbone or discipline, no proper teaching of manners. Children nowadays, many of the disrespectful brats I see are in my generation.(I assume, I'm have no idea how long a generation is!) We are the generation that are supposed to cure Cancer, fix Social Security, and prefect and protect our environment. But I'm not curing cancer with a person who was raised with zero manners! All the articles in magazines dedicated to manners, are about rude, disrespectful co-workers, bratty nieces and nephews, and overly bossy bosses. Wonder why, huh? Many of these children are often Born to single(often teen),mothers, urban, hipster parents, and people who didn't get to live their lives before they dedicated it(Or, being forced to it) to raising children. So they raise their children loosely, wanting to be friends with their children, instead of parents. So there is no discipline and no structure. I'm not having kids if their friends are going to act like this! I don't even think I want kids, if they have to be exposed to these reckless children. I mean, would you? Disclaimer* I'm not hating on any of the following: Teen age parents. Single mothers. Hipsters. Urban Hipsters. Nerdy Hipsters. Party-animals and tools, or anyone really. I'm hating on how some people in your groups/#lifestyles make You all look like poor parents, I know all you love your kids, I just ask you to have more of a backbone.

Wind Whipping Whirls. Your sitting in a car, you roll down a window and stick your arm out. The car starts up and the wind blows against your arm, making the hair on your arm stick up. Now you understand why dogs stick their heads out, it's such a weird feeling...but good too. There's a little dip from the fierce winds, move your arm down and it's calm,move it up, and it's slammed against the car's side. Twist and spin your fingers and they're being swung in the air, floating and soaring like birds and butterflies. When you pull to the stoplight, your hand flops down in defeat, feeling the sickly sweet heat of the outside world. Then, the light flicks green, and bam! Your off again, wind whipping, music nothing more than a raunchy beat, and a singer making out with their mike. It's fun, it really is. But then, suddenly, you arrive to your destination, and the wind slows down. You put your hand back in, and your window closes up. The adventure is over until, of course, you finish your grocery shopping. ~Fin~

Demons Inside. Little Gir, little girl, Come closer to me little girl. Why be so scared? I am you, you are me. I live inside you, prey inside You. But you deny me, what have I done you? I tell you what to do..you ignore me sometimes...but when you listen..oh when you listen...the things we will accomplish! We can kill...destroy the cruelties.. Does that not excite you? But I will win..For a demon...always...win...