A Lovely Story

Okay so this is a story I wrote. So yeah. It happened.

My mother is cruel person. She has crushed my dreams. She ripped up the novel I was writing and threw it out the window of the maroon Ford F150 onto the highway where it was scattered by millions of passing cars. The rain that pouring down soaked through the font size 10 Times New Roman typed pages. I couple of the pages got caught on the other wheels of the cars. 

“Motherrrrrrrrr!!! Noooooooooooo!” I screamed at the top of my lungs above Austin Carlile singing bones exposed radiating from the radio and into the car. She looked at me with disgust.

“How could you do this to me Artemis. I loved you but now you tried to write a book. How could you do this to our family? We trusted you.You know we are bibliophobic. Why would you do this?” Tears streamed down her fifty year old face.

“But I love writing. It’s my passion. Do you want me to just become a doctor?” I asked.

“Yes. That would be lovely.” She replied.

“Okay then. I will fill out some stuff. I hated writing anyways.”