I don't want to be a caricature of myself. Honestly I can put on a happy Christian face right now and say, "My mom's in a better place," or I'll see her again real soon." Bull! I hate platitudes. Why can't we say exactly how we feel? Or better yet make others feel how we feel? The next person who has the audacity to say, "How ya doin hon?" I'm gonna wish for superhero powers to transfer my emotional baggage onto them. Oh only for a second or two. Once they drop to their knees, grab their stomach and wail in agony I'll know they've had a taste. A bitter one.
I like to sit on the floor. It makes me feel grounded somehow. If I'm in my bed I feel sleepy. If I'm at my desk I feel worky? Once again I sit on the teal shag rug while leaning against my old brass bed and think. I think best with a pad and pen. You never know when a brilliant idea will hit.
Oh and never put in writing what you're not willing to say out loud. Like this: No one knows this yet but I dropped out of college. I had a partial scholarship to NYU. A dream school right? I fully intended to break the news to my family over the holidays but then Mom got sick.How could I tell them, "Hey fam I'm dropping outta college and moving into a one bedroom apartment in Chelsea with 3 people. See ya I wouldn't wanna be ya." Or the truth, there's no point in wasting my time in school. There are no jobs in journalism and I'd rather live on ramen noodles and write novels for a living. I planned on doing some modeling and print work on the side to get by. Sure why not peddle my flesh to do what I really love? Hiding from humans and writing about them.
The thing is I counted on being home for a couple of months to save up some money so I could move in with some friends in a rent controlled sublet in Chelsea. I've got bupkis right now.
Amy interrupted my thoughts and banged on the door. "Dad said, ''Meeting part Deux!"
I yelled back, "Dad would never speak French Amy!"
"Fine, just get your tuckass downstairs." She knocked again.
"Come in Amy."
She did.
"Oh Jo, can you help me pack? Meg's being a beast telling me I've gotta give all my worldly possessions to the poor."
"Well it is biblical," I said sarcastically.
"Not you too Jo!"
"I'll help you after the dumb butt meeting Amy."
She ran over to me, tumbled on top of me and hugged me tightly. "You're the best Jo. I wish you didn't have to go back to school. We could be miserable together."
"I'll Facetime you miserably. Will that help?"
Amy grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up. For being 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighing 100 pounds soaking wet she was pretty strong. Must be all that cheerleading stuff.
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4 Sisters of the Apocalypse
Fantasy10 years into the future four sisters discover they have unusual super powers. While reading the journals of their recently deceased mother she supernaturally speaks to them from the past. (Mary died suddenly due to a newly released hyper-virus by...
