Roots Part four

He exited quietly out the back. She let him go and obviously didn't care for him anymore.

He sighed and reached for his car keys. The ride home was mostly uneventful. His thoughts roamed, from her to the car to his new job as a janitor at the gym. He reached down to turn the radio dial and never saw it coming.

At sixteen years of age Randal Jackson was killed by a drunk driver.

Roots Part three

Sixteen years old. That had a nice ring to it.

Her parents had begrudgingly allowed her to go to a club for the first time in her life. Together with her friends they made the night something to remember.

"Having fun?" Her friend shouted over the raucous music.

"Oh yeah!" She yelled back. More than a few guys were looking her way from across the club. Her elation folded as one in particular caught her eye. Hurriedly she turned her attention back to their table.

"Hey, isn't that?..." One of her friends pointed.

"Nevermind." Laura said, her evening almost ruined by the mere sight of him.

"Looks like he's leaving. Poor guy." One other friend said. Laura shot her a look.

"Aw nevermind him, let's have fun!" Her best friend shouted.

Laura sighed and went out to the dance floor. Slowly, she felt better.

Roots Part two

"Laurisa? Come on, your going to be late for school!"

"Hang on mom, I'm coming."

When she was twelve Laurisa had her first inklings of what womanhood was. She boarded the bus on the way to school. Soon her life would change, what some might call for the better. Others... well, they had a more cynical.

Tom Masters was in her same grade. He had the dark hair and green eyes that marked him ever since. She became is his only desire, her first inklings of love.

"Hey Laura."

She had been daydreaming again, as usual. When she looked up she was surprised to see him there, waving to her. Stupidly she stared open mouth and immediately regretted it afterward.

First hour came and passed. When she opened her locker she found a hand written note in it. Meet me under the bleachers was all it said. Her heart pounded in her chest; could this be?

After school she made her way out to the football diamond. He was waiting there shivering.

"Hey."

"Hey, did you want something?"

"Can I walk you home?" He asked

Her smile was warm "Sure."

"Thanks. It kind of beats a study session with Mr Anderson." and he rolled his eyes.

She gave him of her best smiles. Things were looking up.

Roots Part one

She was stone cold, moved about the floor like she knew. Men were aware the moment she stepped into the room. In her own right she had done it her own way. She was queen bee, and she knew it.

Laurisa Laurel Maxeen glided her way out onto the dance floor. The few men she gently pushed aside gaped over their shoulders. At 20 years she was at the top of her game and never looked back. Her past was dead, long live the queen!

Life was never quite so easy however...

Wow, guess I was wrong

This thing really did went to crap. Oh well, I tried my best. I will try to do more with it later, but no guarantees. You know me :P

Very sorry everyone

This blog has been neglected the past few weeks and it will not any longer. Starting next week expect some blog posts.

Livin Part one

Authors comment; I know this story is boring now but give it time. It will get better :).

“Dad, dad look! We have new neighbors!” Joey was practically jumping up and down in his seat.
Lillian Goth, his mother, came to see for herself. “By Jorge they are. We have some new neighbors down the road Mortimer.”
“How swell.” He called from above.
Lillian moved so that she could see her husband. “Well? Shouldn’t we go to see them?”
“They’re just moving in dear, give it time. I’m sure in a day or two they’ll be around.”
Lillian had but to come to the top of the stairs and stare at him. Mortimer sighed heavily. “Must we? We have for everyone else; the hoths, the youngs, even the hombers and they didn’t last a week!”
“All the more reason we should welcome these new neighbors dear.” Lillian retorted. “We want the best of them to stick around for our little Joey don’t we?”
Mortimer regarded her for a second. “We won’t get to know them with just one meeting.”
Lillian sat down on the bed behind him. “No, but we can learn a great deal about someone over time, if you start early enough.”
“Oh can we daddy, please?” Joey was practically begging. Mortimer sighed again.
“Oh very well. But I want to see your homework before we go. And no funny business about leaving out a page or two of your workbook - I’ve got your teachers numbers if I need to!”

“Ok, you coming Tom? And heave!”
“Ben you guys got that?”
“Yeah we’re pretty set… ungh!”
Dave moved past them. He grabbed a box that he deemed his treasure. He made it into the house before Ben gave him the evil eye. “What’s that?”
Dave had a knowing smile on his face. He’d been here a million times; he knew what was coming. “The XPG. State-of-the-art and worth every penny. It can play the best of them at the best performance speeds. It‘s the most beautiful thing without wheels or hair.”
Ben was abashed. “Do you know how much those things cost?”
“Yes, actually I do; I paid for it myself.”
Ben slapped his hand to his face.
“Hey, where do you want this stuff?”
He peeled off the hand covering his face to help direct the movers. After everything was said and done Ben noticed the price on the top of the computer box. “That much, you paid that much for a computer?”
“Yeah, it’s a real steal. Normally that desktop can go for twice that.” Dave never missed a beat. He sat in front of their only tv inhaling popcorn with Tom.
Ben bit his tongue, sensing he could go no further. “Well anyway we need to find jobs and quickly. These places don’t pay for themselves you know.”
Ding-dong.
“Ben be a dear and get that for us would you darling?” Dave’s accent would not go un-wasted.
Amidst bad humor Ben opened the door.
“Hello, we’re your new neighbors. May we come in?”
Ben was taken aback “Uh, certainly.”