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A.B.E. Chapter 1 "Alexa! Would you get up?!"
It had finally come, what may be the worst day of my life. Ever since my mother had filed for divorce, she'd been all about moving away to start a new life from "that man", otherwise known as my father. And now, the day had come. Of all places, get this--of all places, she'd chosen Oklahoma to move to. Over 1,200 miles away. Believe me, I've got nothing against Oklahoma, (actually, I think it'll be pretty cool to live on a borderline state to Texas) but honestly, it's a bit drastic to move that far just because you don't want to see your ex-husband.
That, and my mom's screeching were probably the main factors of my irritable mood. Oh, that reminds me. My mom has custody of me, and my dad has custody of my sister. Way to break a lifetime bond, mommy. Ooh, next can I watch you kill my father?! Please, note my sarcasm.
I threw the
C - Food Fight "Hey, Steve, can you and Shelly whip up dinner today? I gotta go get Ponyboy from track, Darry's running late at work and the practice finished early...!" Soda raced out the door, barely getting his denim jacket thrown over his shoulders and into the afternoon.
Steve turned his head from facing the television just in time to see Soda shut the door. He turned back to Michelle and gave her a coy grin. "Let's play house. You can be the mom that cooks, and I can be the dad that watches TV."
She raised her eyebrows at him, and frowned. "Oh, very fun. But, as much as I love cooking, I was thinking that maybe you can be the dog, and I can be the robot that just sits here and ignores you, and watches television." she faced back to the program they'd both been barely taking in for the past seventeen minutes.
After a short silence other than the chatter coming off the sc
Candle Blew Out"You're the kid who's mom died, ain't ya?"
Dallas turned to the teenager slanted against an alley wall. Foot supporting him on the wall, cigarette hanging out of the left corner of his smirk.
Dallas glared. "Didn't know it concerned you." he turned and kept walking.
"Hey! Kid! Chill the fuck out, would ya?" the teen mirrored his pace walking down next to him. He took a drag on the cigarette and blew smoke in Dally's path. Dallas stopped and gazed at him.
"You seem real tough. We should hang out."
"Why would I hang out with you, huh? I got my own problems to take care of." Dally's fists balled up.
The teenager cocked an eyebrow. "You and I, Winston, we ain't that different. My dad's dead--your mom's dead. We're both loners. We're bot
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