#75

The last time I saw my mother was fifteen years ago and I hope I never see her again. My mother was not the typical mom, she didn't care weather we lived or died so long as we kept her house clean. Not long after I was born my mother started having an affair with my now ex stepfather Woody. I remember hearing stories about what went on back then. I guess my mother was a pretty selfish person. The story kind of goes like this, my father came home from work one night to find myself and my sister in the house watching t.v. but my mom was no where to be found. My dad looked and looked until he found her having an affair in Woody's car parked in the ally behind our house. He went back inside and grabbed his shotgun, at that point he went and got my mom out of that car. My dad is a very forgiving person and was willing to look past this for the sake of his family. Dad went to work the next day, while he was gone mom took us and moved to Texas with Woody. When my dad got home he was devastated, he did not know what to do us kids were the only thing he had. He read the note mom left him assuring him we were ok. When we arrived in Texas mom called dad and told him if he wanted us come and get us. My dad got in the car right away and came to pick us up. When he arrived mom told him she was sorry and she wanted to come home, she said it was all a big mistake and my dad agreed to take her back. Half way back to Illinois she had a change in heart, she made my dad turn around and drive her back to Woody. Once mom got back to Texas she signed over all rights to us and gave my dad soul custody. From that point till I was sixteen I Talked to her on the phone maybe five times and never saw her face to face. Shortly after my sixteenth birthday mom contacted me to tell me she was in the area and asked would I like to see her, mom also contacted my sister but my sister wanted nothing to do with her. I agreed to meet her at a park on the following day, I just had some questions I needed answered. When I arrived at the park she acted like she was happy to see me, but I'm not so sure. I started talking to her about her life these past several years it was then I found out I had a brother and another sister in Texas and that she and Woody had split up. Of course she did the same thing with them and signed over all rights as there mother to Woody and left state never to see are talk to them again. I asked her how she could do that to all of her kids and her response was "I can't afford all that child support if I don't have rights I don't have to pay". I told her I didn't think that was a good reason to abandon four kids but I don't think she really cared. That's when she told me she was pregnant again with what was thought to be a girl but mom had no idea who the father was. I guess that's ok maybe she will be forced to take care of one of her children finally. I was pretty disgusted at that point so I politely told her I had somewhere to be and I left. I heard from her once more about four months after that, she said she had a baby girl and that she was living with my grandparents because even though she signed over her rights the courts still wanted her to pay child support so she wasn't going to work because she didn't think my dad are Woody deserved a dime from her. As far as I know my baby sister is all grown up, mom still lives with her parents and still won't work. What a woman five kids three men and two states. I really hope I never have to see are talk to her again and I have made a promise to myself that I will never follow in her footsteps.

#40 Description of my dream automobile

My dream car would be a older model, big bodied muscle car. To be exact a nineteen sixty nine Pontiac GTO. It would have to be modified to the extreme to be my dream car. It would have to be lowered so far that it would look like it was sitting on the ground. All of the exterior trim, doorhandles, and key holes would be removed and smoothed over. The front and rear end would modified so the bumpers will hug the car. You should be able to look down the front of the car and see the unity of all the parts flowing together as one, it should flow smooth too the eye and the touch. So smooth in fact one would think it was a plastic mold, just flawless. The exhaust pipes would be hidden under the car only too come out of two holes in both of the rear fenders. This nineteen sixty nine GTO would have to have the four hundred fifty five cubic inch motor that wasn't offered until nineteen seventy not the four hundred forty cubic inch motor it came out of the factory with. This car would have to have rally II racing tires, special hydraulic lifters, dual exhaust, a manual three speed transmission with a Hurst shifter, heavy duty clutch, a improved suspension, a 3.23:1 rear axle rotation, and dual hood scoops. I would defiantly want it to have the ram air IV package. This car would be high gloss black with gray stripes running down the length of the car going over the hood, hard top, and finally the trunk. I dream the interior is white leather with black piping and white shag carpet. There would be a touch screen computer in the dash that would operate everything like g.p.s., radio, movies and diagnostics on the engine. There would be a t.v. screen in each of the headrests for the kids. I would want the car to start, and the doors to open by remote, no keys and no handles. This is the exact car I have dreamed about for as long as I can remember and one day through lots of sweat and tears it will become a reality.

#76 leaving

Looking at my best friend slipping slowly away I felt a tear fall down the side of my face and hit the pavement. I waved my hand frantically as her face got to blurry to make out. Slowly putting my hand back down to my side I looked up to see if my mom was still standing beside me. It seemed like an eternity as they loaded up their car for their long trip ahead. Standing there in the sunshine I could not have felt more alone! Normally I would have loved to be playing out in the beautiful rweather. I would love to play on my trampoline, and swing on the swing set in my backyard. Nw it would never bee the same again. Playing without kristina just would not be as much fun. I wondered if I would ever find a friend as good as her ever again. Kristina was my best friend in the whole world. She was the one that I would play barbie dolls with for hours, and roast marshmallows with by the fireplace. She was not moving to far away. It was about an hour drive from her new place to mine. Not a long drive at all if you have a car and are old enough to drive. Us, however, were only in 4th grade. I begged my parents many time to take me to go visit her. They took me several times right at first, but then they were too busy to take the long trip. So our time together became very limited. We started to write notes back and forth to each other to keep up. We did not want to miss any details in each other's lifes. Several years of us writing several letter a week slowly faded off and after some time I lost track of her over the years. I will always have wonderful memories of my first best friend to remember forever.