Post by Cherity on Jun 29, 2009 21:29:24 GMT -6
This is a story written by my friend MLP and me. We've been working on it since around March. Even though it's uploaded at Fictionpress, I'll just paste the story here (so I can edit some errors I've been meaning to edit XD)
I really wouldn't know where to place this as a genre. People who have read this tell us that it's different than anything they've read before. It's not every day you read a story about the internet.
Anyway, she has taken the role of Jenine, and I have of Leila.
I stared at my computer screen trying to take in what all had happened in the last few minutes. I had only been a member of Fashion Lights for about a month, and this was only the second time I had seen some real idiots come in and call us names. Really, I had a life off the computer screen – I only used the internet as a “pass time” when all my friends were busy doing homework or other activities. Homework wasn’t really my thing, and really I could copy just about any of my friends’ assignments in the morning before school started and get a better grade than if I did it myself.
If my mom knew I was in a chat room she would probably kill me. It’s not like I give out any personal information, I like to consider myself highly responsible online. The most I have ever told them was that I’m 16, which I am. That’s really all my online friends know about me.
Regardless, Mom’s hardly ever home anyway. It’s not like she knows what I do on the computer. Mom works from 2 PM – 11 PM at night. I always make sure I’m off the computer by 10:30, and I always delete my history to ensure I leave no trails of chat rooms.
I wouldn’t have found this chat room if it hadn’t been for my friend Marie. We were going to go shopping one day, but then she backed out on me. She came up with some lame excuse that she had to write an “essay” for her AP Lit class. Seriously, essays take me about five minutes to write. I don’t understand how come some can take school so seriously. It’s not like you’re going to use anything you learn in school in the real life anyway. My only purpose in school is to pass with at least a D so I can remain on the cheerleading squad.
Thanks to Marie, I had gone online that day about a month ago. There was nothing better to do. Mom was at work, and it was just the dog and me in this empty trailer alone. I went to my favorite search engine, Web Qwest. Web Qwest was the most amazing search engine ever. On Web Qwest, you could start your own account and set your preferences. The site would search for other sites out there based on your age, gender, and interests. So that day I had typed just randomly typed in “Fashion Deprived.” What was the first site to pop up? It was none other than, Fashion Lights.
I had been real eerie entering the chat room, knowing all the warnings Mom had given me about “talking with strangers.” However, I don’t regret it now. At first I had felt really uncomfortable, and thought everyone was rather uptight. Pocky had actually accused me of being a “spammer”. Actually, believe it or not, Pocky and I are pretty good friends. We even exchanged instant messenger names last week. I felt really special to have gained her trust, knowing few people do. Fancy Green, or Fancy as I called her, has been a member of Fashion Lights since it opened. Fancy had told me that Pocky refused to exchange instant messenger names with her.
My dog Maisie was panting by the door wanting out. Sighing, I went to let her out the door. I didn’t bother to say “BRB”, I didn’t find any sense in saying I would be right back when in reality nobody would know I even left the computer screen. That was one thing I really liked about internet friends, they couldn’t see what you were doing.
After returning, I saw that EmergedWithin had actually returned. I was actually a little excited to get to know her, I hadn’t met anyone knew online in over a week. The only “new” people I had met in this chat were those who had been going to Fashion Lights much longer than me.
I knew myself that we cheerleaders “could” be a tad stuck up. It wasn’t our fault we were the “chosen” ones. We couldn’t control how we were born. The cheerleading squad at my high school had all been part of the clique since elementary. We had started our little “clique” in second grade, making sure only to let the best in. Considering the fact I went to a small town school in Lander, Wyoming there were only forty whole kids in my whole eleventh grade class. Surprising, half of class were evenly girls. Only seven of us were the “popular” girls, also known as the cheerleaders.
So EmergedWithin was the same age as me. I knew for a fact that Pocky was twenty-one; in fact most of the chatters here were college students. I felt so young. It was nice to see someone in the chat the same age as me.
Everyone I have met online so far usually asks me about my screen name, “PinkFoot10.” How I came up with it was kind of random. The day I decided to enter Fashion Lights I had been wearing pink socks. The number ten in my username is really kind of obvious. My graduation year, providing I pass all my classes, will be 2010. I feel like such a baby in my class. I’m almost the youngest in my class—the only girl younger than me is this Jenny girl, and trust me I cannot stand that girl. My birthday is September 12th, which happens to be a total of three days before the “cut off” to start kindergarten. I was actually four when I started kindergarten. My mom says she should have kept me home one more year, maybe I would be more mature now. Eh, whatever.
EmergedWithin had stated that it was late when she left; I wondered which time zone she lived in. Most of my online friends were from the East Coast, I felt out of place online being from what seemed the only in the Mountain Time Zone. The last time I remember looking at the clock it had only been like 8 PM, and that was like five minutes ago. I took a glance at the clock just be sure. My heart dropped, it was 10:57 PM. “Crap,” I said out loud under my breath.
I cleared my history, closed the browser, and shut down the computer just as I saw my mother’s car lights glare through the window. I was breathing heavy, my heart pumping at a fast uneven beat. I was so close to my online life being completely ruined. The door slammed, and my exhausted mother appeared before my eyes.
“Why, Leila, you’re up awfully late – you’re normally in bed when I get home,” my mother commented. I had to know this was coming. Quickly, it was time to come up with a story.
“Well, you see, I was working on an essay for one of my classes, and I just finished, so I was going to bed,” I said honestly. Hah, what were the odds of my mother believing me there? I had told her many times when she asked about my homework that we didn’t have homework. I didn’t have to worry about her talking to my teachers either, because she was always working during Parent Teacher Conferences, and every time my teachers tried calling about my failing test grades, she was sleeping or at work. When she sleeps she turns off the telephone.
“So they finally gave you some homework? If you need help proof reading, you know I’m always here,” she assured me. That statement actually almost made me laugh. My mother was hardly ever there for me. If she was, well, my teachers would be able to reach her let’s just say. I’m glad they can’t, but seriously a good parent would wonder why their child got the grade they got. Most parents would want their child to strive for an A or a B, not a C or D. My mother was not like most parents, and I guess I wasn’t like most children either. I wish I were on the honor roll sometimes, but I don’t want to put the effort forward.
Maybe my mom’s right on the fact that if I had waited a year to go to school I would care a little bit about it now. One thing’s for sure, I wouldn’t be hanging with the crowd I am now. The sophomores this year are totally lame. There are only seven girls in the whole year, and only one of them is a cheerleader. I would be so bored if my mom had held me back a year.
“Um, that’s okay mom, I’m done, and I did spell check and all that! It’s perfect, I promise I’ll get an A on it I bet,” I smiled innocently.
“Okay, honey, I hope so, it would be great to see some higher grades from you this semester,” my mother said, as if she cared.
“I’m trying really hard, anyway I’m going to bed – I must get my beauty rest so I can get those good grades!” I imitated being excited.
“Night, darling, have a nice sleep,” my mother was bending over to give me a kiss on the head. I don’t remember the last time she kissed me goodnight. Then again, I don’t remember the last time I saw eye to eye with her before I went to bed either.[/blockquote]
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I really wouldn't know where to place this as a genre. People who have read this tell us that it's different than anything they've read before. It's not every day you read a story about the internet.
Anyway, she has taken the role of Jenine, and I have of Leila.
The Face You Can't See
[/font][/size][/color]Chapter 1
[/font][/color][/size]Jenine aka EmergedWithin
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I rushed upstairs quickly, almost clock-work like and put the latch on the door outside of room as soon as I took my first steps inside. ‘Finally!’ I thought, sitting myself firmly onto the computer chair. I didn’t wish to recall everything my demon-spawned little brother --or you could call him Leo--asked for me to do for him. It was like he had some sort of list of chores for me to complete, like cleaning his room--for the third time this week if I may add. As if dad didn’t give me enough to do? Ah well, I figured I would probably get over it in the midst of spacing off into my own little world--also known as the internet.
There was a yellow screen that read “You have been expired.” That wasn’t much a surprise to me since Leo kept me busy for a good two hours. I refreshed the page to see the “Box of Chatters” logo on top while loading the room. Box of Chatters is fairly old, three years about, where members either went on to harass, make friends, ask any questions, or spam. Around a year ago, I first joined and my brother found out about a month ago when I stupidly left the chat room on my screen without shutting it down. It just had to be the one day I did it and he barged in while I was out of the room. That’s what started the whole blackmail process. I’d rather do what Leo told me to rather than he would tell Dad what I do online--and witness him flip over twice and hit a concrete wall from stress and anger since his “precious daughter” ignored his warnings of the online life. There’s very few ways to make my brother shut up, which is exactly why I’m trapped.
Name: EmergedWithin
Password: ****** (the password feature was added in an attempt to decrease the number of spammers)
-Welcome to the chatroom!-
xxAlphabetMonsterxx: You expired l0lz
devilslilangel: was it ur bro again???
EmergedWithin: Yeah. He really knows how to piss me off…
Tye Die: lmao well, he is related to you. It’s his job =]
EmergedWithin:Yeah, thanks for reminding me.
xxAlphabetMonsterxx, or called Alphy by most of us, was my first online friend who happened to have introduced me to Box of Chatters. We don’t talk as much as we used to due to Alphy having to hide herself while on the computer overall after failing a class or two, but we still keep somewhat well in touch. She’s also known to me as a daily spammer and has been banned for a total of 23 times in her online lifetime, but surprisingly never has been banned at Box of Chatters. (But she’s been kicked plenty of times)
Devilslilangel is one of the newer members. (I could tell she was also new to the online life by her netspeak. The girl will learn soon enough. Usually, she tends to act shy around others, but she’s pretty easy to get into a ‘cuss fest’ as she calls it. The strange fire was what made me almost hesitate to attempt to befriend her, but somehow we ended up friends anyway. Overall, she was good to get along and handle (for the moderators).
Tye Die is one of my few online guy friends. (Sadly, I ended up having to like him too). We share the same interest of photography. He even took a photo of himself once and gave it to me. What’s sad is that he’s pretty hot. I really hope he isn’t lying about himself. Tye is pretty hard to get along with, but that’s if some of the jokes he says are taken too seriously. Otherwise, he’s just pretty easy to reach and keep a good conversation going with.xxAlphabetMonsterxx: I’m gonna stay up all night ^.^ l0lz I feel like finding more chatrooms to screw around with
devilslilangel: no!!! don’t do that again!!! I don’t want ur mom grounding u again
Tye Die: I disagree xD I think we could all use a break from the monster ._.
xxAlphabetMonsterxx: Thanks, Tie. I knew you had my back T_T
Tye Die: Come on, I’m kidding around lmao
EmergedWithin: Devil is right, though. Your mom will be pretty pissed.
xxAlphabetMonsterxx: idrc I’ve dealt with her at worse times l0lz!
EmergedWithin: Ah… don’t remind me.
xxAlphabetMonsterxx: kk l0lz, I’ll go look now
-xxAlphabetMonsterxx is busy-
Tye Die: That new feature is nice, right? You don’t have to waste two seconds of your life to look at another person’s status.
devilslilangel: lol nice
EmergedWithin: I sense a spam war tonight…
Tye Die: You never know with Alphy ^_^;
EmergedWithin: Aha, sadly, that’s true.
“Ooo, Tye Die!” I heard from my left hear in some strange girly tone, “He sounds like a major hottie; especially the ‘die’ part”.
I didn’t feel like turning around. “You’re right, he is hot,” I smiled, “Too hot for you anyway”.
“You can keep your damn boyfriend,” Leo said in his usual voice, “You can keep him until he realizes you look like a dead corpse that was just resurrected by accident.”
“Who asked you, Leo? You’ve probably been playing too many of those creepy video games you keep begging dad to buy you--”
- “Hey, they have a name,” he interrupted, “It’s called Silent Hill.”
I crossed my arms and said, “Fine, it’s ‘Silent Hill’. Back to what I was saying, Tye thinks dead looking people are awesome and that it can be attractive in some ways.”
Leo grinned with a creepy look to it, “He could be lying!” Before I could even say anything else, he pushed my away and edged towards the computer, “I’ll prove it right now!” I smacked his grimy hands away before they could even touch the keyboard.
“You don’t have to prove anything! Get out of my room you pest!” I cried out.
“Oh you really are a total pedophile,” he laughed.
My face was bright red at this point. “… At least use the term correctly!”
“Leo!” I heard Dad call from downstairs, “I need you for a minute!”
“I’ll be right there!” he replied. When he made his way out of my room, he gave me a quick deathly glare. I didn’t bother to think about what was calling through the realms of his dark mind at the moment.EmergedWithin: Sorry about that, just had another encounter with the demon spawn.
devilslilangel: lol just in time
xxAlphabetMonsterxx: l0l0l0l I just found a good one!
Tye Die: Oh boy, here we go!Get ready!
EmergedWithin: Alright, have fun.
xxAlphabetMonsterxx: lawl what’re you talking about, EW? You’re coming with us!!
EmergedWithin: I’m just really not into going on a total spam rage tonight.
devilslilangel: c’mon at least go inside the chat
EmergedWithin: …Ok, fine, but that’s all I’m doing.
I copied the URL into the bar and pressed enter, then being introduced to a pink screen with frilly looking fashion items for the background. It made me sick to my stomach just staring at it blankly all while in shock and horror. No wonder Alphy wanted to spam the place! After I typed in my name, I was almost hesitant to in going inside, but I ended up doing it anyway.
-You have entered Fashion Lights-
xxAlphabetMonsterxx: Ya well, you’re all a bunch of #$%^&*rz anyway!
-xxAlphabetMonsterxx has been banned-
~PocketPooch~: Who’s next?
devilslilangel: omg that was so unfair!!! Wut kind of strict rules r u b***h going by anyway???
-devilslilangel has been banned-
Tye Die: Oh big deal. She called you a b***h. What’s sad is that she’s got a point.
-Tye Die has been banned-
~PocketPooch~: EmergedWithin, are you one of them as well?
EmergedWithin: Uhh… I’m not.
~PocketPooch~: Good, but just know we don’t mess around here, so watch yourself :]
All I could think was, ‘What in the seven levels of hell was that?’ How long did it take me to decide whether to go in there or not? I was pretty sure Alphy was now filling the other chatroom with rants with complaints about how this must be the shortest amount of time she’s been in a room and got banned. Yet, how was this even a fashion chatroom? They sounded so strict and un-relaxed. Maybe it was only this ~PocketPooch~ person who was giving off this vibe.
PinkFoot10: LMAO 0wn3d, nice one ^0^
EmergedWithin: … So what do you guys talk about here?
Fancy Green: You know, fashion stuff… and other things
EmergedWithin: Okay then. If you say so.
~PocketPooch~: Was that sarcasm, Emerged?
EmergedWithin: …How the heck is that sarcasm?
~PocketPooch~: It was the way you implied it.
-PM- PinkFoot10: You have to be careful around Pocky ^^; She’s very easy to upset! =[
-PM- EmergedWithin: I can tell, but thank you for the warning. I haven’t faced someone like her yet.
-PM- PinkFoot10: lmao sure! =3 Anytime! ^_^-
This person sounded nice enough to me. It actually made me feel better about being in here. That was why I wanted to settle in Fashion Lights overall. Maybe I could be useful. There was no doubt in my mind the others were planning some sort of spam massacre, so I might be able to warn them. I wanted to try to continue the conversation, but I heard heavy steps run up the stair case.
EmergedWithin: BRB
PinkFoot10: mkay! ^.^
~PocketPooch~: Okay.
Fancy Green: Ok!
-EmergedWithin has signed off-
I shut the monitor off and waited until I saw my dad at the door.
“Hey, Jenny,” he said from the door
I sighed, “Dad, can you please call me Jenine? I don’t like being called Jenny.”
He smiled a bit and ruffled my hair. “I’m sorry, but I’ve been calling you that for years. Habits are hard to break.” There was a small moment of silence until he asked, “What are you doing?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” Dad mumbled, taking a seat at the edge of the bed next to the desk.
‘Oh no,’ I thought, ‘Did he have to bring this up now?’
“All you ever do is go up here and go on the computer when you’re home,” he began his lecture, “I don’t see you hang out with your friends, and at your age it’s healthy to do that. I haven’t seen you happy ever since before--”
- “Dad, please,” I interrupted him, “Don’t go into that topic. I’m alright”.
This was enough to make him leave with the last words. “Alright, Jenny, I believe you, but please at least hang out with someone.” What he didn’t know was that I didn’t have any actual friends offline.
_________________________________________________________________________________Leila/Pinkfoot10
Get ready!I stared at my computer screen trying to take in what all had happened in the last few minutes. I had only been a member of Fashion Lights for about a month, and this was only the second time I had seen some real idiots come in and call us names. Really, I had a life off the computer screen – I only used the internet as a “pass time” when all my friends were busy doing homework or other activities. Homework wasn’t really my thing, and really I could copy just about any of my friends’ assignments in the morning before school started and get a better grade than if I did it myself.
If my mom knew I was in a chat room she would probably kill me. It’s not like I give out any personal information, I like to consider myself highly responsible online. The most I have ever told them was that I’m 16, which I am. That’s really all my online friends know about me.
Regardless, Mom’s hardly ever home anyway. It’s not like she knows what I do on the computer. Mom works from 2 PM – 11 PM at night. I always make sure I’m off the computer by 10:30, and I always delete my history to ensure I leave no trails of chat rooms.
I wouldn’t have found this chat room if it hadn’t been for my friend Marie. We were going to go shopping one day, but then she backed out on me. She came up with some lame excuse that she had to write an “essay” for her AP Lit class. Seriously, essays take me about five minutes to write. I don’t understand how come some can take school so seriously. It’s not like you’re going to use anything you learn in school in the real life anyway. My only purpose in school is to pass with at least a D so I can remain on the cheerleading squad.
-EmergedWithin has left-
~PocketPooch~: I wonder about that girl, we haven’t gotten a new member since Pinky, pretty strange she came in the same time as the trolls.
PinkFoot10: lol, well maybe she found the chat the same way I did ^^;
Fancy Green: maybe xD
Thanks to Marie, I had gone online that day about a month ago. There was nothing better to do. Mom was at work, and it was just the dog and me in this empty trailer alone. I went to my favorite search engine, Web Qwest. Web Qwest was the most amazing search engine ever. On Web Qwest, you could start your own account and set your preferences. The site would search for other sites out there based on your age, gender, and interests. So that day I had typed just randomly typed in “Fashion Deprived.” What was the first site to pop up? It was none other than, Fashion Lights.
I had been real eerie entering the chat room, knowing all the warnings Mom had given me about “talking with strangers.” However, I don’t regret it now. At first I had felt really uncomfortable, and thought everyone was rather uptight. Pocky had actually accused me of being a “spammer”. Actually, believe it or not, Pocky and I are pretty good friends. We even exchanged instant messenger names last week. I felt really special to have gained her trust, knowing few people do. Fancy Green, or Fancy as I called her, has been a member of Fashion Lights since it opened. Fancy had told me that Pocky refused to exchange instant messenger names with her.
Fancy Green: I wonder if that person will really come back.
PinkFoot10: Well, she did say BRB. =p
~PocketPooch~: So many say they’ll be back, but they don’t.
PinkFoot10: That’s ‘cause you do such a great job of scaring them off, Pocky (^_^)
~PocketPooch~: I know I do don’t I?
My dog Maisie was panting by the door wanting out. Sighing, I went to let her out the door. I didn’t bother to say “BRB”, I didn’t find any sense in saying I would be right back when in reality nobody would know I even left the computer screen. That was one thing I really liked about internet friends, they couldn’t see what you were doing.
After returning, I saw that EmergedWithin had actually returned. I was actually a little excited to get to know her, I hadn’t met anyone knew online in over a week. The only “new” people I had met in this chat were those who had been going to Fashion Lights much longer than me.
-EmergedWith has entered-
Fancy Green: WB EmergedWithin
EmergedWithin: Um.. thanks? I’ve never been welcomed back to a chat before.
Fancy Green: lol we welcome back everyone.
PinkFoot10: That’s why I loved it here, we make everyone feel so welcomed. ^_^
EmergedWithin: So are you guys like preps or something?
PinkFoot10: Well I’m a cheerleader, if you consider that a prep. =P
EmergedWithin: Oh… I don’t like the cheerleaders at my school, no offense.
PinkFoot10: None taken ;]
I knew myself that we cheerleaders “could” be a tad stuck up. It wasn’t our fault we were the “chosen” ones. We couldn’t control how we were born. The cheerleading squad at my high school had all been part of the clique since elementary. We had started our little “clique” in second grade, making sure only to let the best in. Considering the fact I went to a small town school in Lander, Wyoming there were only forty whole kids in my whole eleventh grade class. Surprising, half of class were evenly girls. Only seven of us were the “popular” girls, also known as the cheerleaders.
EmergedWithin: So… how old is everyone here?
~PocketPooch~: No personal questions, you really should read our rules.
EmergedWithin: Uh..I didn’t know asking someone’s age was a personal question. You really seem to have a lot of rules here… where are these rules I can read?
~PocketPooch~: Read them, learn them, worship them
PinkFoot10: Yup =DD learn them and you’ll do just great here! (=
EmergedWithin: Umm… okay.
EmergedWithin: Gee there sure are a lot of them… I still don’t see what’s wrong with sharing your age, there has to be like a million 16 year old girls in this world.
PinkFoot10: like me ^^;
~PocketPooch~: There’s nothing wrong with SHARING your age, you just can’t ask it, because some people don’t feel comfortable with that question.
EmergedWithin: Erm, whatever.
~PocketPooch~: Don’t whatever me.I’ll have you gone. See my pretty mod badge?
EmergedWithin: Oh ha, so that’s what you are. The mods at the chat I go to are pretty relaxed
~PocketPooch~: Well this will surely be a change for you.
I’ll have you gone. See my pretty mod badge?So EmergedWithin was the same age as me. I knew for a fact that Pocky was twenty-one; in fact most of the chatters here were college students. I felt so young. It was nice to see someone in the chat the same age as me.
-PM- PinkFoot10: hi =]
-PM- EmergedWithin: Uh… hi?
-PM- PinkFoot10: so I see we’re the same age ^_^
-PM- EmergedWithn: … And?
-PM- PinkFoot10: Well, that’s pretty awesome! ^.^ I’m basically the baby of the chatroom T_T
-PM- EmergedWithin: Then I guess it sucks to be you.
-PM- PinkFoot10: lmao yah… but it kind of makes me feel better about my age in ways, you know?
-PM- EmergedWithin: … I’m really not quite sure what you mean. Anyway, it’s late, I have to go… nice to meet you… PinkFoot10
-PM- PinkFoot10: bye!! Oh and you can call me Pinky ^^; everyone does. Come back, k?!
-PM- EmergedWithin: Yeah sure – bye Pinky.
-EmergedWithin has signed off-
~PocketPouch~: I still don’t trust that person…
Fancy Green: who do you trust?
~PocketPouch~: Good point.
Everyone I have met online so far usually asks me about my screen name, “PinkFoot10.” How I came up with it was kind of random. The day I decided to enter Fashion Lights I had been wearing pink socks. The number ten in my username is really kind of obvious. My graduation year, providing I pass all my classes, will be 2010. I feel like such a baby in my class. I’m almost the youngest in my class—the only girl younger than me is this Jenny girl, and trust me I cannot stand that girl. My birthday is September 12th, which happens to be a total of three days before the “cut off” to start kindergarten. I was actually four when I started kindergarten. My mom says she should have kept me home one more year, maybe I would be more mature now. Eh, whatever.
EmergedWithin had stated that it was late when she left; I wondered which time zone she lived in. Most of my online friends were from the East Coast, I felt out of place online being from what seemed the only in the Mountain Time Zone. The last time I remember looking at the clock it had only been like 8 PM, and that was like five minutes ago. I took a glance at the clock just be sure. My heart dropped, it was 10:57 PM. “Crap,” I said out loud under my breath.
PinkFoot10: Guys! I have to go, Mom’ll be home any second!
~PocketPouch~: I was gonna say you’re on a little later than your norm, Pinky.
PinkFoot10: Yeah well bye! I should be on Wednesday, ‘cause we don’t have cheerleading practice this Wednesday. See ya’ll ^^;
I cleared my history, closed the browser, and shut down the computer just as I saw my mother’s car lights glare through the window. I was breathing heavy, my heart pumping at a fast uneven beat. I was so close to my online life being completely ruined. The door slammed, and my exhausted mother appeared before my eyes.
“Why, Leila, you’re up awfully late – you’re normally in bed when I get home,” my mother commented. I had to know this was coming. Quickly, it was time to come up with a story.
“Well, you see, I was working on an essay for one of my classes, and I just finished, so I was going to bed,” I said honestly. Hah, what were the odds of my mother believing me there? I had told her many times when she asked about my homework that we didn’t have homework. I didn’t have to worry about her talking to my teachers either, because she was always working during Parent Teacher Conferences, and every time my teachers tried calling about my failing test grades, she was sleeping or at work. When she sleeps she turns off the telephone.
“So they finally gave you some homework? If you need help proof reading, you know I’m always here,” she assured me. That statement actually almost made me laugh. My mother was hardly ever there for me. If she was, well, my teachers would be able to reach her let’s just say. I’m glad they can’t, but seriously a good parent would wonder why their child got the grade they got. Most parents would want their child to strive for an A or a B, not a C or D. My mother was not like most parents, and I guess I wasn’t like most children either. I wish I were on the honor roll sometimes, but I don’t want to put the effort forward.
Maybe my mom’s right on the fact that if I had waited a year to go to school I would care a little bit about it now. One thing’s for sure, I wouldn’t be hanging with the crowd I am now. The sophomores this year are totally lame. There are only seven girls in the whole year, and only one of them is a cheerleader. I would be so bored if my mom had held me back a year.
“Um, that’s okay mom, I’m done, and I did spell check and all that! It’s perfect, I promise I’ll get an A on it I bet,” I smiled innocently.
“Okay, honey, I hope so, it would be great to see some higher grades from you this semester,” my mother said, as if she cared.
“I’m trying really hard, anyway I’m going to bed – I must get my beauty rest so I can get those good grades!” I imitated being excited.
“Night, darling, have a nice sleep,” my mother was bending over to give me a kiss on the head. I don’t remember the last time she kissed me goodnight. Then again, I don’t remember the last time I saw eye to eye with her before I went to bed either.[/blockquote]
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