Vacation's Here

Mari watched as Eric walked out the front door slamming it as he stomped out to his expensive car back to his pampered life. Feeling something wet slide down her cheeks Mari realized that she was crying for the jerk. He had tried to buy her love, her eyes closed as she was flooded with the memories of the Eric she had once know. He hadn't always been a rich conceited man but after leaving her behind to marry a rich model she didn't know him anymore. She had been stupid enough to actually belive the promise he had fed to her; she thought he was going to marry a rich women he had said and then divorce his wife after 3 years and return to take care of her forever. Having lived in poverty for so long she had readily agreed and waited her 3 years for him and when he hadn't kept his promise she waited 4 more years working herself to the bone in an effort to take care of herself and now 10 years after he had left she was on the verge of losing the house the had bought together. He had been drunk on the high life for so long he had merely pushed her memory to a dark corner in his mind and forgotten about it.

As he drove away she felt a twinge of freedom mixed in with her grief. Sighing she returned to her packing; it was time to move on and first she was going to find a better job than working as a mere secretary with a married boss with his mind in the gutter. More than once she had caught Mr. Peterson staring lewdly at her. Once her eyes had accidentally met his and a shiver ran down her spine, her stomach churned dangerously. Excusing herself she stumbled to the restroom and lost her lunch in one of the faded grimy stalls. After that she made sure to avoid eye contact and wore clothing so baggy not a single one of her curves could be seen.

Anonymous

So many things manage to happen during forth period of my school day. The teacher goes totally off topic. I don't exactly mind because he starts talking about the most random things. He usually tries to irritate one of the students but it doesn't work, the student is so similar to him. Next think i know they start talking about the fact that guys wouldn't, shouldn't, and couldn't hit girls. Out of no where a guy says that he only hits on cute girls which of course sifts the whole conversation to pick up lines. The guy asks his friend to make up a pick up line and the guy makes the weirdest pick-up line i have ever heard. He was like, "My love is like diarrhea, its overflowing" totally silence and then the class bursts out laughing. The next one is a girl next to me shes took her friends hand and was explaining a riddle that involved a bunny trying to get to his carrots on the other side of the wall but he couldn't go over, around, or under the wall. So how do you solve it? her friend says, she grins "you can't solve it i just wanted to hold your hand" which causes an outburst about cheesy lines. When i glance at the clock i can see that already 45 minutes had passed already. With 2 minutes left in the class all the students are about ready to jump out of their seats when the teachers randomly states that if the class wanted to leave they would have to sing a mandarin song. After he says that the bell rings and everyone practically runs over each other to get out the door. Usually the class is either the high light of my day or the class in which im about ready to knock out in today it was my favorite class.

Anonymous

As much as I loved the familarty of my house one day i would have to let it go, and even now I was facing the chance of losing one parent. When I was little i always hoped to die at the same time as my parents so that I wouldn't have to feel the loss of my parents from then I had always thought that the only way I was going to lose a parent was through death but its obvious that losing something or someone happens everyday not just in death. For one thing, my parents can't bare to even stay in the same room and I can tell that if they had a chance they would have ended the marriage a long time ago but at my begging I had stretched it out for 4 months. But the toll it was taking on my mom was so evident on her face and attitude that I decided to let her go. Now and days I spent hours on homework and working to avoid my father as much as I could. I couldn't help blaming my parents for the miscible time I was having right now, they were adults why couldn't they just let it go and move on, and since I haven't even really fallen in love yet I don't think i have the right to tell them what to do. 

Almost everyday i wake up wishing that the 2 years left of my high school life could go by faster so that i could escape the life i had, maybe without the constant codling of my father i would finally learn to become independent. Of course the only way i see to go to college without any help from my parents was to join the military and so on. The funny thing is that what i dread the most when i think about leaving home is deserting my dog. Pets are funny that way, they demand so little from us and yet even when we hurt them they still love you to death. Which is why its so easy to love them, i was going to really miss her but it wasn't like i could take her with me.

A year later i realized that i should have protected my heart more carefully. Refusing to fall in love and ignoring love is a whole different thing and i should have realized that years ago and now it was too late.