I have no social life, I thought as I ate my cereal.
My cereal was getting soggy, but I didn't mind. I was too focused on the hundreds of posts flooding my screen on Facebook. Girls were posting pictures of themselves getting drunk at one of the many college parties they went to.
God, why can't they respect themselves? I though as I ate my fifth bowl of frosted flakes.
I was never the party type; I mean, I could be. I was pretty, and I could've easily gone down the dark hole of underage drinking and teen pregnancy. I can thank my mom for keeping me from going down that road. She was a teen mom with a broken family and she vowed to keep me from turning out like she did; not that she regrets having me.
It's not that I'm not I'm not grateful. I am, it's just that it would be nice to have actual fun instead of watching Jeopardy with my mom on our old couch and "lived in" apartment.
So again, I could've been one of those party girls, but I think that even without my mom, I would've had more respect than that.
I went downstairs to get more cereal, when my mom stopped me. "Okay, I'm cutting you off." she told me, barely glancing up from her news paper. I sighed as I set the bowl down in the sink. She put down her newspaper and we looked at each other for a few moments in silence. "So, how is school go..." " Rachel had another party last night." I interrupted. "Isn't that the girl from the church group?" my mother asked curiously. "Yea, she is the leader of it, but she needs more Jesus in her life than any other person in Michigan." She chuckled. "Yea, Rachel Bramson? I went to school with her mother. She was a handful, that girl. I hear she's a lawyer now." "Okay, can we get back on topic, please?" I asked impatiently. "What was the topic, exactly?" " How I never do anything, other than go on social media and watch trashy reality shows with you."
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