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“Um…yeah?” Oh my, I have a very, I mean VERY, bright friend do I not?
“Kathine, if by some RANDOM chance you can get Jenna to go than I will THINK about going.” If you didn’t clearly state the “think” than Kathine would be like,
“But you promised…” If you have a sibling you know what I am talking about. Coming back, Kathine was hurriedly saying,
“Good, I hoped you would say that. Jenna has already said she would come with me. Ok, our date is on Tuesday at 9pm to whenever, meet us at Cantan Bar, and don’t forget your fake ID! Tootles Len!” Whoa, did Kathine know what I wanted? And it was in two days from now, oh frickin no. How am I going to tell her that I will be gone! As you have guessed again her is my step-mom.
“Lenaye! Slow down, and how many times have I told you not to carry your cell phone with you to church. And you could be polite enough to respond to me and not just stand there. Also, hasn’t your dad told you nothing on not to stand in the middle of the street? I mean really! After all you are seventeen and should know not to just STAND there in the middle of the street. Lenaye, LENAY! Are you listening to me? What has your father taught you?” Spinning around on the front of my foot I stalked up to her.
“Excuuussee me, for breathing in your area! You always have to have things perfect and one hundred percent working and following you! You’re married to him you should talk to him and find out what he taught me!” I had blown up, lasting for three months with that endless chatter was getting on my nerves. Try living with a person who wouldn’t shut up about that my tank top was half of an inch too small.
“Lenaye Margret Green…” She didn’t have enough time to finish her sentence and I pounced.
“Lenaye, Lenaye, Lenaye…” I say with an attitude and a snobby tone. “That’s all I hear from you, do this do that, don’t forget to buy tank tops with larger straps…yada yada yada! I have my own LIFE woman! Sheesh!” Uh oh, I think I’ve taken that too far. But lucky she was taken aback so much she just stood there. My step-mother, Ann, was speechless; her daughter has just spoken back to her! The HORROR! There was silence all around; everyone had turned to stare at me and her. Shaking her head she quickly strove to the car. I walked far behind her, both of us got into the small car. Grabbing my IPOD I turned the music up loud enough to drown out any voices that might come from the driver’s side of the car.
The ride home was almost unbearable, at every red light she would glance over at me and glare or look like I am some kicked puppy and her eyes would fill with pity. Grumbling I rolled my eyes the next time I saw her look over, her lip curled up in a grimace, uh oh she is going to speak to me. Opening her mouth, then closed it, it looked like she was going to shout at me. I turned my IPOD up even louder and played Impossible Dream, by [AquaGirl].
These words are burning from my heart,
Leaving scorched marks all over,
Buring me up.
But no nooo,
I can't say themmm.

How hard I try,
My world isn't comming back,
An impossible dream,
Close enough to see,
But to far to touch.....

Pain, suffering, the world is gone.
Death, murder, lies, they hurt.
Every word is used against me, a double sided sword.

I can't stop it,
Its too late.
All humans are doomed for all we care,
Never show compassion,
Thats what we are taught.
Taught to drink, swear, and smoke.

An impossible dream,
Close enough to see,
But to far to touch.

Writen in diarys, screamed from my lungs.
I screwed up.
Pain, suffering, the world is gone.
Death, murder, lies, they hurt.
Every word is used against me, a double sided sword.

Why didn't we learn?
Why didn't we see?
Why didn't someone warn us?
But your gone, and we are left.
The damn future generation is us.

We took the guns, and went.
Not caring who might get hurt.
Now we pay.
We couldn't run.

I screwed up.
Bang, BANG, BANG!
Three ringing shots.
Echoing throughout the town.
I can't flee.
I am fixed on the blood.
Oozing from the small wounds I had inflicted.

Pain, suffering, the world is gone.
Death, murder, lies, they hurt.
Every word is used against me, a double sided sword.

There is nothing of me left.
Let me die.
I don't care.
My life is screwed up.

An impossible dream,
Close enough to see,
But to far to touch.
An impossible dream...
An impossible dream...
An impossible.....
Dream......
Sighing we turned into our driveway. Stone walkways lead from the side of the driveway. We had a large house, enough to fit two whole families in it but just us, us five, could fit into it and not see each other for days. It was my dad money that paid for the bills, Ann just sat there, looking on and ordering us around. How could my father marry her? She was so cold to us and him. She would scream, curse and every now and then go out shopping and we would get a bill that was over our agreement of only spending one thousand dollars every other month.