Hey so I know a plot for his story, but if anyone has any ideas I'd be happy to take them, and does anyone know some more notebook brands or things about notebooks?
Chapter 2: Going To Grandma's House
Megan's mom is definitely nicer and prettier than the Barbie witch, Lucy(who I found out is Megan's stepmother).
Anyways, on the way to Megan's mom's house, I read some more pages while Megan was writing them despite the Barbie witch's complaints of her friends calling her step daughter a 'nerd' and 'tarnishing' her 'reputation'. Considering the fact that I call her Barbie witch, this seems a lot less offensive. Honestly, I think it would be more embarrassing that Megan's step mother is the Barbie witch.
The main character's name in Megan's story was Jasmine, which is funny because my name is Jasmine. That made me really happy after thinking about it because it feels like Megan and I have a special connection, as if she is a mother who knows everything. That would make her mother my grandmother, so I guess I'll call her Grandma from now on. But I still want to call Megan by her name because it seems more natural than mom and it would be very confusing to call her my mom and refer to my actual mother as my mom and it makes me feel sad that we're so far, so I might as well push the thought about my mother away and get on with reality.
I'm sitting on the kitchen counter, which is a spotless ember black. Megan and Grandma sit at the small round table which is pushed up against the wall that has a window on it. They sit there and talk, laugh, and bond. It's nothing like the conversation between the Barbie witch and Megan, because those usually end with yelling.
"So, how's Adam?" Grandma asks Megan, sipping a cup of coffee.
"Still obeying Lucy's every command," Megan mutters without looking at her.
Grandma chuckled. "I knew it,"
Megan gave her an awkward smile. "I wish we could go back to a family of three. Without dad being away 24/7 at work, and you living at least an hour away. Why can't I just live with you? It's not like Lucy or dad will miss me."
"I wish you could, but you can't. Adam said he'd go to court with me if I took you away, and I just don't have the money to afford a proper lawyer,"
"That's so stupid," Megan snorts, "He doesn't even see me for most of the year, and yet he'll go to court just to keep me away from you,"
"I would've done the same for you, Megan. Maybe he's just going through a money crisis,"
"Money crisis?" Megan exclaims, "His beloved Lucy has millions,"
"Honey," Grandma says, "Your not disrespecting her, are you?"
Megan rolls her eyes. "I'm trying real hard not to. Mom, can I ask you something?"
"You just did," Grandma says, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Please don't be one of those parents," Megan says, making Grandma chuckle, "Why did dad even think about choosing that thing over you? I mean, look at you. And then look at her. She makes me want to throw up,"
Grandma laughs. "Sometimes I think the same thing. But when your father called me and basically said 'Hey Shannon. I found someone even better than you and I'm leaving you. Have fun with your life!', I just kept on wondering where it all went wrong."
Megan sighs. "I don't understand adults and love. Like how can you tell who you love? And are you always right about it? Do you develop a supernatural instinct?"
Grandma chuckles. "No, of course not. The thing is, you can't tell. You can only know,"
"One small problem with what you just said," Megan says, "It didn't make any sense."
"It's not about logic or problem solving," Grandma says, "It's about knowing."
"What if you don't know?"
"Well, eventually you do,"
"But what if you never know?"
"But you do. Somehow,"
"But what if you don't-"
"YOU JUST KNOW MEGAN," she exclaims, laughing a little bit, "My goodness you are just as stubborn as your father.
Megan scrunches up her nose. "Don't remind me that I'm related to that thing. Mom, you knew, right? Like when you met dad, did you know?"
Grandma nods. "I did. I still do. I think he's just," she pauses for a moment, "Caught up with wrong woman."
"I know he is. Why don't you just give him a piece of your mind?"
"It wouldn't get me anywhere. I've tried talking to him-"
"But there's a difference between talking to someone and setting them straight, Mom. I bet you don't even do most of the talking," Megan cuts her mom off, "What harm would get from giving your opinion for a while?"
"You're too young to understand, Megan," her mother says.
"No mom, you're too nice to understand that it's not always about other people," Megan says, "You're Samantha Haston, mom. Now say it."
"Say what?"
"Say 'I'm Samantha Haston, and I'm not afraid to give you a piece of my mind!'"
"Megan that's-"
"SAY IT!"
"Fine. I'm Samantha Haston, and I'm not afraid to give you a piece of my mind," Grandma says, bluntly.
"Say it with enthusiasm!"
"It with enthusiasm!"
I wish my mother was this exciting.
"Mom," Megan whines, "Be serious."
"Okay. I AM SAMANTHA HASTON< AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO GIVE ANY OF YOU FILTHY LOSERS A PIECE OF MY MIND!"
"THAT'S THE SPIRIT!"
They both start laughing at each other. Eventually, their laughter fades and they stay quiet for a while.
"Is that a new notebook?' Grandma asks.
"Yes," Megan says, "Lucy took me to get it."
"Did she pay for it?"
Megan chuckles. "I couldn't get a penny out of her cold, dead fingers even if I wanted to. I paid for it."
"Are you writing that story you were telling me about in it?" Megan nods. "Tell me about it."
"Well, it's about a dystopia, you know, science fiction, and I'm still working out the bugs and editing, but I'll have the first chapter done by the next time we meet," Megan explains.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
This is delayed and all and I apologize.
