Augusta Maine. My sucky hometown. Cold, wet and rainy. Gladly I won't be stuck in this toilet bowl for long. My parents split up when I was 9 and I'm glad. He was a real dirtbag anyway. What kinda "dad" threatens, beats and abuses? I don't know, maybe that's why I believe in things the way I do. No hope, love, riches or luxury only those snooty bimbo blondes with geniuses for parent get that.
When you make your own happiness, it's real. You think those bottle blondes are happy? Nope. Just stylish heroin heads with money to buy it of course. 2 months later... Boxes packed and totally relaxed! The U-Haul roars to life and we're off. 3277 miles. I can practically smell the bimbos in San Diego. There's a beach though, so I guess it could be worse but not much. "Honey, you're going to have to lighten up some.:" said my mom with her concerning eyes. She knows when I'm upset which is all the time. Ugh I thought as we passed the continuous convenience stores. "what if I get another bout of depression.'" "what if I get an anxiety attack at school and have to go to the hospital." "what if I make no friends and end up all alone forever.'" All theses thoughts raced through the dark, twisted place I call my mind.
"Mavis, would you like to stop at Jamie's Joint?" Jamie's Joint was a hamburger joint right outside of Nashville. "sure" I replied simply. We pull in and park our junked up car and it rolls into the parking lot.
We step in and cigarette smoke slaps me in the face. "what can I get you honey?" A women in a tight red blouse asked. She really needed to change out of that hideous shirt that exposed her rolls.
My mom and I scarfed down our deep fried road kill and climbed into our rolling tin can.
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To Kill Mavis
Mystery / ThrillerMavis is a normal chick in Augusta Maine and when she moves to San Diego she realizes she has to come over so many obstacles until she meets Kit. They have their own thing going too! Read this for some dark twisted stuff with a lil love
