Carter never really liked the unfinished, and bumpy Michigan roads. He was always told that 'he'd get used to it' and that 'it's not the worst roads in the nation.' He always got car-sick on long drives, without fail. Whether that was the long drives to swim meets he'd have to go to in the summer, or the ride home from therapy every day.
"How was therapy, Carter?" His mom asked.
"She seems more happy with the clock ticking down 'til the end of my session than she is talking to me..."
"Don't think like that Carter! I'm sure that- uhm- she doesn't think of you like--that..!" She stopped. Then suddenly, started laughing.
"AHH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"S-Sorry! Sorry! I couldn't get that out without laughing! Sometimes lies are so stupid they're laughable!" She says. Carter grimaces. Even his own mom knew it was true.
"She doesn't care about me! What's the point of going if she won't help me with my problems!? L-Like I was put on this Earth just to suffer for some god's entertainment!" Mother suddenly turns around, throwing the whole concept of 'eyes on the road' out the window.
He's onto us.
"Carter, you don't speak of some silly being ever again! Gods aren't real! Just fiction!" She scolds.
Huh. That was odd of her. She's never been this defending over a topic--ever! Carter thought
"Uhm, sorry Mom... I- uh.. didn't think you were that serious about beliefs.."
"You're damn right I am! You're grounded for a week when we get back home!" She yelled, and just as Carter was about to speak, he was cut off. "And you better not talk to this about your therapist tomorrow!"
"Understood," he responded.
BUMP!
Carter's stomach had been churning, and that pothole was the one that made him grab his barf bag, and throw up.
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Living is Lying
ParanormalCarter the Crutch lives in a small town. He's 14 years old, and is the most hated kid in town. Not because of anything he did. In fact, nobody really knows why they hate him. Even his parents don't pay attention to him. Living is Lying is a story wh...
