Short Story Saturday!

Today’s short story is a game play conversation between four teenage friends at a sleepover. But how well do they really know each other? How close and caring can they really be? I’ve listed some basic information about each of the characters. Maybe you can play along as you read?

2 Truths, 1 Lie

Bonnie- 17 years old, Aries, loves all sports, hates the color pink, very outgoing, outspoken, also thinks she’s the “leader”

Alina- 16 years old, Cancer sign, loves pastel and neon colors, kind of outgoing, likes to read and write, rarely listens to music surprisingly, usually very positive and cheerful, is a cheer leader, kind of into fashion

Sarah- 17 years old, Sagittarius, popular, confident, most people find her attractive, loves pink, outspoken, probably the “leader” of the group, very strong personality

Hope- 16 years old, Pisces, doesn’t have a favorite color, shy/reserved, quiet, usually the one to go unnoticed, observant/good listener, sweet, really pretty (if only she knew)

Sarah: Are you girls up for a game?

Hope: What kind of game? It’s 1 AM. Is it scary?

Sarah and Alina snicker a little

Hope: It’s not funny!

Sarah: It kind of is Hope. What are you scared for? I just want to play 2 truths 1 lie.

Alina: OOOH let’s play! That sounds fun!

Hope: Yeah, that does sound kind of fun I guess.

Sarah: Bonnie are you in?

Bonnie: You know I don’t really care.

Sarah: Of course. Anyway, you all know how the game goes right? We’ll each tell 2 truths and 1 lie about ourselves and we’ll have to guess which 1 is the lie. Who wants to go first?

Bonnie: You should.

Sarah: Alright fine I’ll go first no problem… I have a wealthy aunt and uncle who sends me $300 every week,  I hate the color orange, I want to be a teacher. Which two are the truth, and which one is the lie?

Alina: OOH! I wanna answer first I think I know this. I think the lie is that you hate orange. I’ve never seen you in orange, not that I can remember.

Bonnie: Nahh, I think the lie is she wants to be a teacher. She probably wants to be a fashion designer or something. But I never heard about a wealthy aunt or uncle. She definitely doesn’t want to be a teacher.

Sarah: Hope, what’s your answer?

Hope: Well I actually remember you telling me you wanted to be a teacher one day. Unless that’s changed? You asked me if I thought you’d be a good one. I still think you would. I think the lie is that you hate orange.

Alina: Did I get it right???

Sarah: You and Hope both got it…Right. I’m sorry Bon, but you was wrong. As shocking as it may seem, I definitely do want to be a teacher. And my aunt is pretty wealthy, she’s a lawyer and her husband is a doctor. They don’t have any kids. I don’t know how they make it work.

Bonnie: Wow, that’s probably how. That is shocking though. But i’ll go next. I was in ballet for 3 years, my least favorite sport is football, I sometimes drink my parents beer when they’re at work. Which one is the lie?

Sarah: You’re so bad ass! You drink, that’s got to be true, The lie is you took ballet! I bet you cringe at that thought.

Alina: I agree, I can’t see you ever being in ballet. That’s the lie.

Hope: I think you’re bad ass, but I don’t think you would drink that’s the lie. But you aren’t afraid to get rough and dirty so I don’t know… uhhh… I’m sticking with what I said. The drinking is a lie.

Sarah: The lie is ballet! Girls that play in dirt just don’t do ballet!

Bonnie: Well…This girl has. I hated it. I was in ballet when I was 6 until I was 9. My mom made me do it and she finally saw how it was ripping me a part and let me quit. I started hanging out more with my dad after that. I think she’s still a little upset about it to this day. Hope was the only one right. I don’t drink.

Alina: That’s so funny! I just imagined you looking so uncomfortable in your little tights and pink tutu.

Bonnie: Yeah enjoy it because that’s the only time you’ll see me in a pink tutu, in your imagination. Who’s next?

Alina: Me next! I write songs and sing the lyrics to myself, I was the captain of the cheer leading team in 4th and 5th grade, I like the color black. Which one is my lie???

Bonnie: You like the color black is a lie. You’re more into girly colors as far as I know.

Sarah: Hmmm… You was probably a cheer leader since you are now, but maybe not the captain. I’ll say that’s the lie.

Hope: Well I know you write, a lot. I know you’re into cheer leading soo, maybe liking black is the lie.

Alina: Wow! You’re all wrong. I mean Hope you’re not entirely wrong. You all know I love writing! But I prefer to write stories and articles, not song lyrics. That was my lie. Pastels are my favorite colors but I like that black can go with so much. It’s your turn Hope.

Hope: Okay… I want to be a news reporter, I was once going to be a child model, I haven’t had my first kiss yet. Which-

Sarah cuts Hope off

Sarah: You’re too shy to model! I know you’ve been shy your whole life, I wish you’d grow out of it but some people never do. But those quiet ones are the sneaky ones so you probably have had your first kiss and just haven’t told us. I’m saying the lie is that. You’ve had your first kiss. Probably way before any of us.

Bonnie: Oh leave her alone, there’s no telling how many kisses you’ve had hot ass.

Sarah: Whatever. I’ve only kissed 2 guys thank you very much. What’s your answer?

Bonnie: I say you don’t want to be a news reporter so that’s the lie.

Alina: I agree. News reporters have to do all that talking, in front of a camera on live TV for everyone to see. Yeah, that’s the lie Hope. I can see you working from home or something. People that work from home can make a lot of money! Trust me, I watch a lot of YouTubers and read a lot of cool blogs. You can find out anything with the internet. There’s ways. Maybe you should look into that.

Sarah: Okay don’t be extra Lina. Who was right Hope?

Hope: None of you actually.

Sarah: What!

Alina: You were gonna be a model??

Bonnie: You really wanna be a news reporter?

Hope: Being a news reporter is one of my top 3 options and my mom was gonna put me in pageant shows and modeling when I was 7, I use to get invitations but I begged her not to make me.

Sarah: You should have. It could have broken you out of that shyness, maybe you could have won. I would have.

Bonnie: You would have went or you would have won?

Sarah: Both.

Bonnie: Wow. Suuure you would. Conceited much?

Alina: Never mind that, we seriously need to start talking and listening to each other more. This game just showed us a lot about our friendship!

Sarah: Shall we play another?

“NO!” They all say in unison.

Alina: Yeah, no more games tonight Sar, i’m tired. Maybe later. Let’s get some beauty sleep.

Hope: Goodnight.

Bonnie: Night.

Sarah: Fineee. Goodnight.

Sarah turns the light out and they each fall asleep. Best friends fornever ūüíē

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Short Story Saturday‚ú®ÔĽŅ

Who’s got a shoulder when I need to cry
I feel restless and I don’t know why
Cry for help, but still feel alone
Like a motherless child along way from home
Lord I’m lost I can’t find my way
I’m dealing with the struggles in my day to day
My soul is weak and I wanna be strong
I try to run away but I’ve been running too long…
Motherless Child lyrics

Everyone has a mother, that’s how we’re all here. That’s why many of us are getting ready to celebrate Mother’s Day.

I haven’t been able to celebrate properly since my mother has been away, out of my life since I was about 3 from what I can remember. She was trapped in a high that could not accept motherhood. I always hoped some miracle would happen, where she would come back for me or we would meet. But if we met would she notice me? I probably wouldn’t recognize her. It became a dream of mine to meet my mother and have her love, and for that I would give anything up.

(Today’s story is not fiction. This is a part of my life. Listen to the songs that inspired me to tell this portion of my story and the poem I wrote:¬†Kehlani – The Letter,¬†Labrinth – Jealous,¬†John Legend – Motherless Child) *I highly recommend¬†listening to these songs if you haven’t already. Especially if you have a similar story*

Sophomore year a miracle happened but I didn’t have to give up anything. I rarely get to see my mothers side of the family and I barely know them. I’ve only met my uncle, my grandparents, and 2 cousins so it’s always nice when I do get to see them. My uncle contacted me and my older brother D, (I’ll just call him by the first initial of his name) D is the brother that was in foster care with me, but had to stay when my father got me out because we only share the same mother. We were so close when we were younger. Sadly things aren’t the same…

Back to the story, we were informed we would be picked up to go spend some time with him and our grandparents. For some reason, I felt like it was more to it than that. I had this really good feeling in my heart like something great was about to happen. I was right.

When we arrived at my grandparents house, there was a woman standing outside on the porch waiting. I couldn’t recognize her but I guess my heart could? I felt it and knew in my heart who that woman was. I got out of the car and we basically went to each other with open arms. Before we got out the car my uncle said “We have a surprise. That’s your mama,” but like I said, I already knew. It was supposed to be more of a surprise for me because my brother had a little more contact with her than I ever did. I guess because he is oldest so it was easier for him to understand things. She instantly started to cry and apologize for not being there all those years, and for doing the things she did that kept her away. She made sure to tell me she loves me and always has. She was just sick and she wished she could take it all back. I was never angry at her and I couldn’t cry because I was just too happy and shocked that the moment was even happening. It could have very well been a dream.

I thought things would change that day, but this time my thoughts were wrong. She disappeared and I didn’t hear from her again until I was about 20 years old. I had been looking for her, asking around. Calling my uncle asking him. No one knew where she was or had heard from her in a while, but then my uncle calls back and says they’ve found out she’s in the hospital with pneumonia. He gave me the hospital name and some other information and we hang up. I immediately call the hospital but the nurse tells me she is sleeping at the moment so call back in a little while. I believe she gave me a specific time to call back, I’m not sure but I’ll go with that. I called back at that specific time and finally, I heard my mothers voice. She told me the nurse told her that her daughter called (I’m her only daughter) and she felt such a blessing over her and hoped I would call back. We talked for a while and I made plans to visit, it felt like that same miracle all over again. Only this time maybe things would turn out better, maybe the timing was better. Maybe meeting under the circumstances would bring a change in her. I don’t know. I just always have high hopes.

Finally arriving to her hospital room and hugging her again only made those hopes higher. Sadly, I was wrong again.¬†We kept in touch a while longer than the first time, but not long enough. This time she was gone right before Mother’s Day…

I can’t explain what I felt then, but it was much worse than any pain I felt before meeting her. I even wondered if I should just give up because it would always end like this. Everyone told me she would make promises she couldn’t keep. Maybe I should have listened…but I can’t. I can’t give up on her or my hopes of having that mother daughter relationship I’ve always wanted and deserved. Maybe the 3rd time we meet will be the charm.

Letter To My Mother Away

Mother you’re away still¬†

I’ve never been able to celebrate¬†with you for Mother’s Day,

or any other occasion.

Every year I watch all the other sons and daughters with their mothers

I tell my aunt Happy Mother’s Day! But it’s just not the same…

She has her own children 

Like you have your own

But you left yours to be all alone

High off life without me

It couldn’t have been easy¬†

But it was harder being low and sober 

You needed it but you didn’t need¬†

Me as a baby, and the thought of you leaving

The pain makes me queasy

And I blame you for many things

The root of my pain 

But I never hated you

I still love you 

Even when I barely know you

It’s such a shame

How do you even remember me?

You told me you didn’t remember my little brothers name

But I still love you

I was still happy I could be there with you for a moment 

and you were okay

It felt like a miracle 

I was in the hospital only months before from that car crash

Then there I was 

Walking through hospital doors 

To meet you alive

Smiling and laughing 

Giving me advice for the first time

Promising we’d keep in touch this time for the second time¬†

It was the best day of my life

I thought I’d finally have you in my life

And I did for a while

Then Mother’s Day came around

You were no where to be found…

Mother away

It’s been about 2 years since then

I haven’t heard from you since

But I’ve been told you’ve been seen and you’ve been asking about me

Is it true?

But if you really wanted me 

I know you could find me 

just like I found you

Still I love you

And I have hope

Broken hope 

That has not died

And If it’s not too late

When you come around

(Please don’t wait¬†

to come around)

I’ll be by your side¬†

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