DECISIONS

Green tea

I keep walking thinking of my parents.
And am trying not to but can't stop.
My cast is still annoying and I realize that nothing is changing.
I just cannot handle it! So I start rubbing my arm.
I find a bench and take a rest.
I end up napping for a couple hours.
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I wake up and my arm hurts again and I can garantee that it will not stop.
So I continue my journey.
Thats it! I cannot take it.
So I tear of my cast throw on the side walk.
Now it hurts even more. And I cannot ignore it.
I lean on the wall slowly sliding down and bang, I am still tired.
I slowly fall asleep.
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Back at my moms friends house...
"So you have been staying here for some time now, you should probably leave. I am sorry." She said.
My mom looked at her, hurt and said, "Laura-" there was a long pause. "Fine." She finished as she started to shove clothes into her suit case.
My mom opens and shuts the door and drives home.
She parks and slams the car door.
When my mom walks into the house it is very dark.
She turns on the lights and right then she hears the doorbell ring.
She walks to the door and finds a man standing there.
"Who are you?" She asks.
The man stands there, making a name.
"My name is George and uuuh I'm here to investigate your fridge. You see there is a toxic mold going around." He was starting to sound believable.
My mom nodded her head and let him inside.
"Excuse me." She said politely.
My mom walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
She started to walk back and forth to one end of the bath room, then the other.
Who is this guy, what should I do? She thought.
Meanwhile George was looking for a tea or coffee.
He found it and thought She will be surprised!
He took the tea and made it.
George checked if she was coming and no, she was not.
He took a thick, green liquid out of his pocket.
He found a spoon, poured it on the spoon, over the tea.
Then my mom comes out and sees only the spoon.
Goerge has a surprised look on his face. "Just a bit of lime!"
Mom has stares a him. "Ok thats fine."
He finishes pouring and puts the green stuff away.
"Cookies?" My mom offers.
"No thanks this will be just fine." He says like a creepy clown.
"What was that?" Mom asks.
"No thanks, no cookies." He answers.
George and mom go to the living room.
Mom sits down in the living room with George.
She sips the tea, George looks at her suspiciously.
"So how is it, Brenda?" Still suspicious.
"George this is great!" My mom comments happily.
"Great." What is this guys problem?
"You know, you look a lot like my husbands friend." She says.
"Must be a coincidence." He says.
My mom shrugs, then looks up.
"So why don't you just investigate my fridge and we can both get on with our day." She suggests.
"Well ok I could do that." He says nervously.
He is about to get up when my mom puts her hand on her forehead and collapsed onto the couch.
George sits back down.
"That's what you get for taking my friend."