This story is about a girl. Who needs to be free!!!
She believes in Magic and Love! She's an artist, sensitive and different.
But she is not supported by one person.
A person she has to see every week.
As you can see, this is a problem she has to f...
I wake up with my big dog stuffed animal that I've had since...forever. Sleeping in my mom's room, I keep my eyes close and I think I've fallen asleep again. I wake up, thinking it's 2:00, but it's only 12. I walk out to see my mom in the bathroom, looking in the mirror.
"Is your meeting starting?" I ask, adjusting to the light
"I'm taking a shower first," She tells me.
I go to my room to make my bed, it was half slept in last night. My mom has this meeting where she talks about her ideas and wishes with others and things she feels and what she has been seeing. Like 111 or 555 and numbers or words. She see's hearts everywhere.
"Simon, you should make a story about your magic," my mom suggests before she starts the meeting.
"Okay," He says lying down on the carpet.
"Go get your comic book creator and make a story," my mom suggests.
"I will," he tells her.
"You have to start now, so you don't forget and never do it," she tells him, knowing well that that's what he usually does.
"Ya, we should do it!" I encourage. I grab the comic book creator and take out the book that we were working on awhile back. We work together on the recent stories. I let him draw and I decide to read. After my mom is done with her meeting, we have lunch and watch Gilmore Girls.
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Simon, my mom, and I are walking to our dad's house. We talk about many things as we walk there. Even if the walk is like five minutes, it feels like we're in a different world once we leave our mother's side.
I hug her and smile in her hair when we hug. I kiss her, telling her I love her. We kiss for like 5 seconds but for my dad it's like an hour. When we break apart our hugs, my dad stares at us with disgust in his eyes. More like, 'Get out of here' look. My dad opens the house door and my mom is still standing there blowing us kisses. Even for 2 seconds gone, I crave her. My father looks behind him while picking at the lock, still doing his, 'Get out' look. When we finally enter the house, you smell leftover food and you see the room filled with a mess. 'You start something and never put it back' vibe. The air is cramped and very suffocated.
