Curtains_The Sperm Donor._My Future MiL Gave to Me_Facing Fears
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Curtains
Our curtains. They hide so manywww.onedoor.cc things for us, only to show the others how “amazing” we are, and how “happy” our life is as a family. We are role models. We are always perfect. The Lopez family... Mr. Lopez is a business man. A handsome man, with an amazing bank account. And his wife, Ms. Lopez was a fashion model that had her own business. They had a happy marriage and a happy child. Their child’s name was Isabella. She was such a beauty. Her mom, Selina Lopez, saw that and wanted her beauty to be seen by everybody. She started doing beauty pageants since the age of almost 1、 She won more th...
The Sperm Donor.
October 8th 2011、 I skip down the stairs, two at a time, tapping my fingers on the railing. "Carson, come into the Living room..." my mom says her face has a note of anxiety to it "Ok Mommy I'll be down in a sec," Mom hasn't had enough time for me lately and I was just happy she wanted to spend time with me. I run down the stairs and jump onto the couch giddy with excitement "What do you wanna talk to me about?" I say using my best cute voice, the look in my parent's eyes was not happy though, they were sad, somber eyes. "Honey... I... uh... We have been talking." "Fighting" my father coughs, ...
My Future MiL Gave to Me
The bird bobs its head at me, swaying back and forth. Is it trying to tell me something? Or is it dancing to some funky beat only it can hear? What in the hell kind of bird is it anyways? Is this even legal? Why would anyone give me anything to take care of? I can’t even keep a cactus alive.The bird is staring at me now. It looks like it wants to tell me something. It’s looking me right in the eye, cocking its yellow head, a little fan sticking up on its head, and its orange cheeks puffing up somehow.I’m going to call it a he. I’m going to name him Bruno because the beat of his bobbing has pu...
Facing Fears
A snowball whirled towards my face with deadly aim, and I could almost feel my heart skip a beat. I could feel the cells of my brain forming together, waving pitchforks and torches, screaming, “GIVE SKADI A PANIC ATTACK RIGHT NOW! SNOW IS ABOUT TO GET IN CONTACT WITH HER FACE!”Sometimes I really hate my brain cells. I could feel the crazy and irrational feeling of fear crawling around me like an annoying insect with sharp legs that just won’t stop bugging me (sorry, bad pun). I managed to smack the snowball, and it exploded into snow. I noticed my older brother Henley standing in front of m...