~Ryland
"Seriously mom, it's not a big deal!" I yelled from my bedroom to the kitchen.
"Yes it is, Ryland. You are going to turn out like Ryder if you keep this up." She yelled back at me, anger clear in her voice. The mention of Ryder annoyed me.
"Shut up! Because of you, he had to leave this house. And he still pays the bills around here, so you don't get to badmouth him." I accidentally ripped off the head of my lizard.
It wasn't a real lizard, just stuffed.
"I pay the bills around here! And I'm your mother and I'm telling you that you aren't skipping school." She yelled while I squeezed the head and let the blood-I mean stuffing-ooze out.
"You don't even do anything for us. You just mess around with your boyfriends with the money we make to keep this house. If anything you owe us!" My poor lizard didn't look like he was going to make it. I grabbed my panda.
"You don't even have a job and I work really hard at my job-"
"Oh! Yeah! You are a hardworking stripper, mom. I really look up to you." I ripped off a limb from the panda.
"I'm not a stripper! How many times have I told you. I'm a waitress." She yelled back and I ripped off another arm.
"At Hooters! It's like the same thing."
"I don't even work there. I work at Applebee's!"
"Well I've seen how you dress!" Rip.
She was standing in my doorway now.
"Ryland Elizabeth Harrison. You will go to school. And you will like it. And you will graduate. And if you don't, I will make sure that that panda is not the only thing in this house without limbs." She walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.
I stared down at my limbless panda. Anger was boiling up inside me. I ripped off the head, leaving just the black torso. I threw it as hard as I could at my bedroom door, expecting it to make some loud noise and show my mother how angry I was. But of course, it was a stuffed animal, so it just bounced off the wall almost silently and then landed deflated on the ground. White, fluffy guts hanging out on my carpet.
I decided to obey her. Well kind of. I opened my window just a crack, grabbed my backpack and walked though the kitchen out of the house while slamming the door. I'm sure she felt satisfied. Then I walked quickly around the side of the house opposite of the kitchen and climbed back into my room through the cracked window. I picked up the gory remains of my panda and sat on my bed.
I decided that I wanted to make a panda lizard creature. I pictured my hair all teased up, mad scientist style while I shouted 'it's alive' to my panda headed lizard with extra limbs. I giggled at the thought and relaxed on the bed.
Maybe later.
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The Octagon
Teen FictionIn the small town of Greenville, eventful and lively are not adjectives used often by the residents. That is until 10 teenagers all get into random accidents that almost result in their deaths. And what's even more bizzare is that it was all in one...
