Spitballs

Spitballs

Hi Wattpaders, I just came up and wrote this chapter and I know it's not all that good, or long. This is my first story so please hold the criticism for now. It's just an introduction so nothing is really going on except, well, the introductions. :D

But yeah, please leave comments so I can see what you guys think and whether or not I should continue it.

Chapter One—

I sat there holding my father’s icy hand in the freezing, cold rain as tears streamed down my face. I watched as the casket lowering device lowered the brown, shiny, wooden coffin of my mother into the damp, dug-out hole. Just as the casket was fully hidden, I pulled my hand out my dad’s grasp and ran screaming towards the opening of the ground and jumped on the coffin, waiting for her to answer my cries of pleas.

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That was exactly eight years ago, back when I was nine. Now I’m 16 years old and still visit my late mother’s grave every month. It was a breezy, sunny May morning when I walked into the cemetery and made my way to my mother’s burial spot.

In Loving Memory Of

Kristina Stewart

February 21, 1975-May 15, 2003

Devoted Wife, Mother, & Friend

Missed By All

“Hey mom, how are you?” I breathed through the tears. “It’s been a hard nine years without you. Daddy says hi and he misses you, but he couldn’t make it today because he’s caught up at work. But, you know what I think Mommy? I think he’s afraid of me seeing him break down after all these years. But I know he misses you mom, I miss you.” I choked through my words and gripped the grass. “I’m sorry mom, I don’t mean to cry, and I know you’re in a better place but sometimes I can’t help it. It’s been another tough year at school too. My grades are good though, I still read every night like old times. It’s just the kids sometimes, acting through ignorance.” I bent down and kissed the stone, parting the weeds that have surrounded it. “I’ll be back soon mom, I love you.”

With that, I slowly got up and walked the long way home. I stepped into our one-story house and made my way to the kitchen, brushing the stray tears away. The house was completely deserted since no one else lives here but my always-working father and me. Sometimes, I wish I at least had a sibling, but I know my father would never have been able to do it alone. After my mother’s death, my father swore to never marry, so he dedicated his time to me, spending every free hour he could with me building the substitute mother role that has always been there. It was nearing afternoon so I decided to make me a sandwich and call up Mia, long time best friend. She picked up after the fourth ring.

“What are you doing calling at a time like this?” She hissed through the phone. I opened my mouth to reply but the line on the other side was already disconnected.

That’s another thing; Mia and I’s friendship is very weird. She holds a very high status at school, and I don’t. She has the looks, the personality, the confidence, and the money. I lack in all those categories. Sometimes I wonder why she was ever my friend, but she was a sweet person on the inside. Let down, I walked outside and set on the porch and took out my iPod. I clicked shuffle in the Music app and watched as people walked on by, waving to a few passers as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Angel_Bby :)