Tag: parents

  • The Kitchen Door

    The kitchen door was closed and I knew what that meant.  I knew trouble was coming and the yelling would start soon.  I tried to tiptoe as quickly as I could down the hall to my room with nobody listening, I could grab my backpack and a snack before anyone even knew I was there. …

  • Pumpkin Season

    “Pumpkin season is my favorite season.”  I listened to Antonia sign in the backseat and wished I enjoyed pumpkins as much as Antonia did, but I just couldn’t.  Fall was my favorite season, but pumpkins were not high on my list.  My parents had never let us participate in any Halloween related anything growing up…

  • Footsteps

    Growing up, I wanted to be exactly like my older brother.  He was the coolest guy I knew and why would I not want to be like him?  He was great at school (without ever seeming to study), baseball seemed to come natural to him and he was always surrounded by a large group of…

  • Asleep

    “I think I’d rather be asleep than be here.  At this party.  Why did I let you talk me into this?”  Mary slumped down on the couch as if she was really going to go to sleep.  At Jonathan’s house.  At 9 PM.  On a Saturday night.  I knew I had asked for it when…

  • Blackberry Bushes

    The blackberry bushes made me feel like home no matter where I went.  Due to the fact I didn’t have a place I called home or a place I went back to for holidays, I had to make my own home.  My own place.  I moved around with my parents as a child and quickly…

  • Cold Wind

    The cold wind surrounded me like the grief I felt.  I knew eventually the fog would lift, but I wanted it to lift sooner rather than later.  Until then I would sit outside and watch my screams run away with the wind.  “I thought you might be still out here.”  I almost jumped out of…

  • Nightmares

    The dead of night was my best time.  The time I could be myself and no one would bother me.  The middle of the night was when I did my best writing and my best painting because I could zone out and not worry about whatever everyone else was thinking.  I had grown up in a…

  • Wishful Thinking

    Growing up, all I did in class was daydream.  I was constantly getting in trouble for staring out the window, wishing I was outside.  I hated having to stay inside and wondered why we couldn’t have class outdoors.  My parents were constantly getting emails from my teachers about how I never paid attention, but most of the…

  • Wildfire

    “Spread love like wildfire is probably one of the cheesiest lines I’ve ever heard.  Wildfires are dangerous.  Love is not.  Why would anyone want to compare love to a wildfire?”  Hannah sat back in her chair and primly folded her hands in her lap.  I squinted my eyes at her and wondered what her life…

  • The Boyfriend

    “Why did you go to his house?  You swore to me you would never go back.”  I paced in the front hallway as McKenzie slowly took her gloves and jacket off.  I knew she had been at Kevin’s house whether she would admit it or not.  The scent of his bitter cologne wafted toward me…