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|Invitation to a Better Life- Prologue (standard:drama, 11233 words)|
|Author: Siobhan||Added: Sep 24 2002||Views/Reads: 1950/1689||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Everything is going ok for Jessica, she is surviving her dad leaving her and her mom, schools out and she's got the boy of her dreams, that is until her mom elopes with a stranger to change their lives forever.|
Jessica laughed, as her mother, eagerly attacked her with a floured hand. She ducked the white powder and splotched some onto her mother's nose. They were attempting to cook a cake but more of the flour was on them and the floor than in the cake. Her mother snarled in mock anger and deftly scooped up a handful of shortening. Jessica squealed with horror and raced out of the kitchen, giggling insanely when her elbow connected with the wall. She raced up the stairs, laughing so hard she thought her ribs would break, and right on her tail was her mother, whose pretty brown hair was coated white with flour. “You cannot get away from me,” she called, snickering with mad glee. Jessica, fearful of shortening in her hair, threw herself into the bathroom and locked the door. Her mom roared like a lion and playfully pounded the door. Jessica chuckled with triumph, she was safe for the moment. She didn't believe for a moment that her mom would forget that she owed her one. She would have to be careful taking a shower tonight. She heard her mother creep down the stairs, pretending that she had given up. So, she sat on the toilet seat and looked around her. If her dad hadn't left them, they would never had been able to do things like this. Her dad had always been uptight about cleanliness and the correct way to behave. He had been lacking in humor, and the only thing he had seemed to enjoy was darkness. He loved to be a cynic and see only the bad in everything. She always wondered how he had managed to snag her fun loving mom who showed her how to see the good in everything. Her mom told her that he was very intelligent, that he did have a humor, a very dry humor, but it did exist, and he had said he loved her. He had lied, obviously, since he left them about a year ago. It hadn't always been easy, but because of her mother, she knew they would carry on no matter what. She heard the phone ring, and she wished that she dared to come out to find the portable phone. It wasn't generally for her, but once in a while, it was Anna, or even Elijah. Just the thought of Elijah sent thrills coursing through her body. Elijah was so great. He was tall, very tall, and lanky. He looked like the classic image of a “skinny, white boy”. He had soft brown hair that always hung over one eye and he would casually run his fingers through it. Oh, how she wanted to be the one running her fingers through his hair! And his eyes, he had killer eyes. They were an unusual, brilliant green, that always reminded her of the Irish hills, dark emerald green. She had stared into those eyes for hours on end when they would talk about anything and everything. He always had something to say, most of it was very smart but a lot of it was hilarious. The dark, either morbid or totally stupid and gross, humor that all teenagers share. He was her idea of the perfect guy, but she was his idea of a perfect buddy. But, she wouldn't stop fantasizing about him, and only Anna knew of her obsession. And, of course, her mom. “Jessie, get your fat booty out of the potty room, Anna is on the line, dying with some great gossip. Hurry, I think she may explode from the excitement,” her mom called up and she unlocked the door in a hurry. She wondered what Anna had to say, and she practically killed herself in her rush down the stairs. She grabbed the phone from her mother, who grinned as if to say “watch your back”. Jessica smiled warily back and pounced up the stairs, again, into the securities of the bathroom. It had a lock, and she didn't trust her mom in this mood enough to be in an unlocked room. “What is it, Anna?” she wanted to know. She was as big of a sucker for good gossip as the next person. That was definitely one of her downfalls but who could blame her. Gossip was pretty tempting, and it wasn't like she believed it, always. “I was talking to Ian,” Ian was one of Elijah's closest friends and her heart gave a leap at the possibilities, “and he seems to be under the impression that Elijah is digging you. He says that Elijah is always talking about you but is afraid to say anything cause he doesn't want to ruin the friendship. I was totally shocked, I mean, it's so obvious you two are meant to be.” Anna gave an exaggerated romantic sigh to punctuate her point but Jessica was too caught up in the news to even notice. Elijah liked her back? She felt as if she could faint, it was so cool. He liked her back! After all of her insecurities and fear of rejection, he actually was interested in her. Maybe she should make a Click here to read the rest of this story (950 more lines)
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