Eavesdropping #2

I was walking threw a blockbuster the other night and while I was looking at movies to rent on the shelf, a man and his younger daughter come walking down the same isle as me. The daughter looked to be about 6 or 7 and was very innocent looking. The father looked in his fifties or so, wearing a leather biking jacket. The only thing that was odd about this conversation was that the little girl did nothing else but smile. Maybe she was too shy. I didn't know what the case was but her father was pretty entertaining. I knew what movie the little girl was looking for by this conversation:

Father: "So Tinkerbell....Tinkerbell will be in the 'T' section. Maybe they should make up a darker version of Tinkerbell or something; one that would be entertaining for the parents too. How bout "Tinkerbell meets the spawn of Satan!"

He kept going through the store saying that... O.o

Eavesdropping #1

Two women get onto the subway train, one of which who is pushing a baby stroller. It looks like one you'd find in a toy store that comes with a plastic baby that talks. They both practically look identical if it weren't for the basics.

The woman without the baby is fat to say the least but somehow managed to squeeze herself into a very small pair of yoga pants. She is also wearing a small, black leather jacket that was open. Because I was feeling particularly bitter that day, I thought that because the jacket was open, she must not have been able to do it up. Her hair was scrunched and in a high bun on top of her head and her dark eye makeup was almost making up for her gut that was spilling out of her shirt. She sat down in a two-seated bench and took up most of the room.

Her friend (the one with the baby) was just about the same only her hair was blonde and she had what seemed like more pimples then stars in the sky all over her face. I could see the heavy lines of her makeup where her face had been frowning, smiling and laughing all day as well as how much time she took in straightening her hair, as it was about to her waste. Like her friend, she was wearing the same pants and jacket, only her shirt fit her a bit better.

I started wondering why these two women were on the subway at 10:30 at night with a child until I pressed pause on my music and heard what they were talking about.

Brown haired girl: "So, he thinks you cheated? That's it?"

Blonde girl: "Yah, and this time, I wasn't even doing anything wrong. He's a f***ing dumba** though. Like I thought he really cared about me, you know? He said he wanted to marry me and s***. And now he pulls this s***."

Brown haired girl: "What a f***ing idiot. Like did he ever care to hear what you had to say?"

Blonde girl: "Of course not. When I got home, he just started screaming at me with this stupid s*** and told me to get out. And obviously I'm not sitting there and listening to that s*** so I grabbed my s*** and left."

Brown haired girl: "That's f***ed bro. Do you know where your going now?"

Blonde girl: "I'm probably going to go to Eric's place and stay there for a bit because he like loves me".

Brown haired girl: "Yo, Damien is f***ed in the head. You don't even need s*** like that in your life".

And then my stop came and I had to get off. :)

Cue 3

It was a dark and stormy night...

"Come on, Carson. This isnt a game anymore", Mrs. Shaider said impatiently.

I looked up at her through the long bangs of my hair and smiled slightly. She had been asking me what happened ever since I got home from jail. She showed up everyday asking me about September 14th, and everyday, I'd be a smart ass. Truth was, I didn't want to tell her or anyone what happened to Shyanna. It was just too painful...

****

I was at a party, a familiar setting. I was standing right beside the bar, with a drink in my hand, talking to my buddies when a small set of arms reach around my middle from behind me and hug. I knew it was her without looking. I've just been with her for too long to mistaken those arms, hands...

I turned to find Shyanna, beautiful and perfect. Her long brown hair was out tonight and she was wearing one of my favorite dresses that I bought for her. Her green eyes were glazed over though and as blood shot as the time we pulled our first all-nighter together. She was drunk.

"Carson, I have to be home before my parents. You need to take me home", her voice was perfect, even through her slurring as she pulled me towards the front door.

"Alright", I said as I put my own drink down and pulled my car keys out of my pocket. "I'll drive".

****

It had been a year since the accident and this lady still wanted answers. And today of all days, was not her day.

Cue 2

The thing came hurtling from space and crashed into the building, engulfing it in flames.

It was a blur, nothing I had ever seen before. And as soon as I tried to make it out, it disappeared and Sarah's house was up in flames and smoke. The explosion caused the houses beside it to cave in and as the destruction around the burning building continued, so did my pulse, my mind.

"Sarah!" I screamed and began racing towards her house. I knew she was the only one there. Her mother and father were out of the country, which meant that they had more time to prepare before they were invaded as well. It was quiet, other than the sound of fire burning as I got closer to her house. Suddenly, another object fell from the sky at lightning speed. This time, I was able to take a closer look as it screamed its way down towards the ground.

It looked something like a star, only it was more of a blight purple light. It made its way a few miles to the left of me, screeching like a million birds as it crashed to the ground, shaking the Earth underneath my feet and deafening me temporarily. I picked up the pace as object after object began falling like rain all around me and all I could think about was her...

Cue 1

She slammed the door, screaming at the top of her lungs, "You have GOT to be kidding me!"

My father was drunk again, nothing new to me or the rest of my family. He said he was going to get help, going to get clean and for the longest time, we thought he did. But the fact that he was drunk now was not the reason why I was mad. He promised he would stop hitting me, stop swearing and making me feel worthless. But just as I came in the door from my friend's place, his fist was in my face. For a second, I didn't know what hit me until the pain came and I felt the blood gush out of my nose and mouth.

"You little slut! I've been waiting all day for you!" He yells as he steadied himself with a one of the kitchen chairs. I stumbled to my feet, running to my room as fast as I could. I swung my body against it and locked it shut as the tears clouded my vision.

"Where do you think your goin, girl?" I hear him yell, his words slurring as he too, stumbles his way towards my room. I backed away from the door as his fists hit the outside, begging for entry.

"Go away!" I yell. My voice is soft, weak even from crying. I walked over to my bed and curled up in the corner, waiting for mom to come home as I cried. She'd be home any second to straighten him out. And just as quickly as I thought it, my dad suddenly went quiet. I could hear the front door open and my mom's familiar voice.

"I'm home!" she declared brightly. And then, I heard her scream...

Its Been Awhile

This is my first blog in almost a year. I wrote last year in my previous Writer's Craft class. Now, I'm sitting in class, blogging again.
Only this time, it isn't an assignment. To update you since the last time I wrote, I've moved out of my previous residence and now reside with my aunt and uncle. However, I will be moving out to my own place in a few months due to their lack of trust in me. I wonder sometimes if I'll ever be able to call somewhere home. Its something nice to think about in the meantime.
Imagine this...

A well prepared and planned family decide to have a baby. The baby turns out to be a girl and they name her Amanda. The parents provide the world for their daughter and up until she is 18, they shower her in love and support.
When she turned 18, things change slightly. Amanda has completed high school so her parents encourage her to go look for a job. They feel that she should earn money for college and then move out on her own.
They continue to support her as she aquires a job and begins to work her way to greatness. Her older sister, of whom is married and has two children, is also supporting her little sister with the decisions she's made.
Amanda has never been happier, and soon, she saves up enough money for college and a small bachelor apartment of her own.
That's a wonderful thing to imagine...