As we entered the city, I looked at the side of the road. Over the bridge we went and down there was a crappy looking shack the first thing to come out of my mouth was, "I wonder how many people die here." I said calm unaffected by my morbed question. "Samantha Jo. What a thing to say." My mother seemed disgusted with my very question. So ******** what? I don't give a flyin ********. It's just a ******** question, aren't I allowed? Yet words slipped from my mouth. "I was watching this mob show...and like...yea." was all I cared to say.
I didn't like this place I was in. How odd, it was as big as St.paul or maybe engan yet smaller. Yet MY city wasn't this place. That was rush, rush, rush. It's unknow streets, buildings and fast food joints, car washs, ect. We pulled up to the good ol Motel or is it Hotel? 8. The room had white bleached like walls, the curtains where in ugly deep color. The print on them total useless to even call back what it was. Cheap. Yet thick to hold out the sun. Like in apartment.
The floor was a specked blue carpet, I'm sure you know the kind. There where two beds, one side table with phone, two lamps attached to the wall above. With a credit care slid thing for movies and out of state calls. The comforter of the bed was itchy and thin. The bed blanket was in ugly puke brownish color that was fuzzy and warm. Under that the white sheets. Which note : I didn't sleep under. I don't like sheets.
I took the bed near the window and wall heater, to that side there was a coat hanger. Also a table above it was dim light, outside of this window was a parking lot. I so would have perfered a smoking room, compared to a non-smoking room. Then maybe I'd be on higher levels. I like higher levels. Something about them, so safe. In front of the beds, was a dresser. On this dresser, a tv, a lamp, a menu and a other thing. On the wall was a mirror. I though that was strange.
The bathroom was small, and it came with facial wash stuff, clean white towels and all that a bathroom has. But pure white, no real color. How I hate it. It also had a little blow dryer, which I DID use and I did love. After we got there, and are stuff unpacked. We went to the wall..
I really don't like this place, with its noisy unpleasureable rude a** people. It's super psycho fast drivers. It's police cars that pass by but only a few secounds turn themselfs into a U-turn and pull someone other. Which they are also by the high school. The mall had a sweet scent in the food court area. We went into hottopic. Where my mother made me angry b***h and fussy. "Hurry up, Samantha." and "Get this get that." and "We aren't spending all day in here, and NO. You can not buy the DVDS here."
Why the ******** NOT? Invader Zim, do you think that is a ******** porno or what the ********? What I got of that deal was. Purple hair dye, a hoodie with jack on it, a nice fancy shirt with a skull on it, and I nice red heart stress ball. After that we took areselfs to the nice book stair. Where CUPCAKE, in a hard cover, waited for me and was handed to me. Which was also bagged and giving to me with a huge smile. Along with a Manga, Dramcon 2 Thank so so very ******** much.
I almost got a new belt and a hello kitty belt buckle, but come on, me? Isn't that just a little to much? I was happy and cheerful. But so ******** damn tired, and my crappy bitchy mood was about ot be set off, if I didn't relax at the motel/hotel. My mother wanted a oil change, and shopping for food. & I was all like. ********. Take me to motel/hotel, please?
Well, she got the oil change later. As in the next day, and we have a whole bunch of mango junkie food. Which all dosen't really make my day. Becaues I don't have the urge to eat anything. But Sour patch kids, and drink mellow yellow, and sit on my a** all day. and yet here came my mothers voice, "Samantha Jo, I'm not going to watch king of the hill. Let us watch something we both can watch?"
We where back in the hotel, I was on the bed reading my manga. Amazed, and amused, and annoyed. Which the pure image the pictures, the tone, the everything. "Whatever mum, I'm reading this book." Only after about 20 minutes did I set it down and said, "Finish." I chimed "You can't be done with that?" she siad, her large brown eyes seeming to pop. "Of course I can..." I stated looking at her puzzled. "That was a waste of money, I think you should start going back to the libray for that. Do you even read them again?" She questioned. "OF COURSE, I do, why else would I get them?" I asked amazed by her.
I was already bored of her, are talks where never that great, there is no mother/Daughter bond. I never had one with her, I doubt I will ever. Mother/Daughter bonds are made when the child is young and happy. So there was no chance for us, with my mum jumpin from home to home, from place to corey, to place, back to the he devil. Until now, yea until now. I never liked Cory, and I never forgave my mother for ******** with my childhood. Place to place, fights and screaming, until we where kicked out or left. Only to go back to the he devil.
I wonder sometimes, how my mother ended up with David. Even how we ended up in that one guys basement apartment, in his long dead roomates old room. Which just that one bed...with my one white and flower comforter. How this stranger, who didn't seem anything that the else stranger sleeping out on the couch that mum brought home from the bar. Had in the last six years, become the only person that I've calling a dad. Who gave me a 2l one year old brother to bug me, on a 24/7 daily thing everytime he comes home from collage.
How we moved from that one guys basement to one floor up on the side of the building in a two bed-room apartment. With two cats, Angel and Damiond. I room of my own, and so many memories. To Madison, Minneosta. Where half of hell, and half of great times has giving and will be giving to me. Yea, really how did it end up like this?
How many pages really, could I take up with just my thoughs? Then added with my memories and the details? By this time I'd picken up the "CUPCAKE" book that I waited for nad read like nothing could stop me. On friday moring, we woke, and we packed up, I ate so little, and off we went back to home sweet home.
Only then to my "OMFG I'M A ******** ZOMBIE I NEED A LOT OF COFFEE" self was going home, and then out to monte with my brothers girlfriend and him. Off and way to the monte hightschool. To go and eat in there tiny little caf. Where me and my brother made fun of, and how lqpv has such a larger caf. and less students then monte. After that, we ended up at a movie place rented Saw III and a other movie. Both which where, HORRIBLE.
Oh yes, and don't forget my beloved. I had called him on thrusday night using my mothers phone card. I also called him on my way home eating a subway, and after the monte fling thing, I had spoken to him then too. Yet I had, and I told him I wanted him to call. Yet, guess what? This simple little task, has not been done. And really want is a girl to do? But be very annoyed with him and sigh and huff. And wish that her moody self would dull down.
Yet we can't forget, the lovely dinner at the after five. In the dim lighted half bar/having dinning room. Where Mum, daddy, Aaron I, ate tonight. I with french fries and chicken strips, a lovely glass mug with hot chocolate and two pink straws, and also a glass on water with chilled ice. We spoke, we laughed, we talked, and we fighted. Because I simple implied my mother was stupid. Which she is, and I got yelled at for. Which I think it was rude, because it was the ******** truth. Where I slapped at aaron from attacking me at the table.
Also, where I made a smiley face on my plate with kest-up and ******** it up with a french la fries. CMT on the tv screen, and my craving for beloved mellow yellow and sour patch candy. I quick stop at the genral store, a glance of Eric & T-Curt and off to home. The children did go, and off my parents went. To call and say don't expect us anytime soon. To Aaron playing his Wii. To Addy showing up, to me here. To the end of this part, to good bye.
