PrologueA Chapter by Keara Anne
Dear Ma,
S**t's rough down here. I don't know what you've heard, but I've heard that you're never coming back. That you ran away because we weren't good enough for you. Sometimes I feel like I take the rumors too personally, and I'm not sure if they're true or not. But if you're fed bullshit enough, you tend to start believing it. And the old man hasn't necessarily been kind about you in his ramblings. But that's enough of that emotional crap. I know you don't read my letters, half because I don't know where to send them, and half because I'm sure you wouldn't read them if you had them. Dad raised me well enough, and he's received a lot of s**t for my bad habits. You probably wouldn't approve either - Mrs. Mainer says you were a "real lady" while she's telling me to act like you would. I keep telling her that I didn't know you, so I don't know how to act all fancy-like, but she insists that she can teach me. I really don't think so. And seeing as how weird s**t's happening around here, I doubt she'll ever succeed. Sometimes, I wish I was all fancy though. And I could dress up in pretty dresses and just be a girl. But that's never going to happen. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll never be able to settle down, that I'm too wild. Hopefully in all of this madness, I can find someone as nuts as I am. Ma, I know you left for your own reasons, and I can respect that. And I just want you to know, like always, that your leaving doesn't make me love you any less. I love you. Lyn © 2013 Keara AnneAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 20, 2013 Last Updated on March 20, 2013 AuthorKeara AnneFountain, COAboutI'm a writer, musician, and dabbler filled with wanderlust and a passion for swearing. I love vintage, pin-up girls, snails, and chocolate. more..Writing
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