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Post by Kill on Jul 24, 2005 19:23:55 GMT -5
Sigh.... So Dori shall be back at nine-ish. Okay. Phew, I just read allllll that. From page 2 to 8. I have no life. Well... GOOD JOB DORI!!! But I think that when you get back that you should help me with The Sequel that doesn't even have a proper title, lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 24, 2005 19:38:14 GMT -5
Okay, I'm back, but I'm on the phone with Jade, so I'm kind of distracted. So at 9 I'll start writing. And if you were online (or not away), I would totally help you with the title and stuff.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 24, 2005 20:36:12 GMT -5
PART TWENTY EIGHT REGULAR POINT OF VIEW I woke up the next morning with Tre laying sprawled across my bed as I found myself on the floor. What had happened? I assumed he had tossed and turned so much that I just fell off the bed or something. I got up and looked around for a second before grabbing some clothes and heading into the bathroom to change. By the time I had showered and everything, Tre was awake and going through my CD collection. "Can I help you?" I asked, watching as he was just going through my stuff. "No, I'm good. You have some awesome CDs in here," he informed me. "I know," I said. The phone rang. I snatched up the nearest phone. "Hello?" "Is this Christina Welsh?" "Yes," I said. "This is Karl Parkins, with the Rodeo police department." Wow, I was really starting to get friendly with the people there. "Your father died earlier today," he said. "What?" I could feel the tears already welling in my throat. I told myself not to cry, but I couldn't help it. "He commited suicide when the French police were pursuing him," Karl whispered. "I...have to go," I said. "Wait," he began, but I hung up. The phone rang again, but this time I didn't answer. "Tre," I said. "What?" he asked. "My dad's dead." "What?" he asked again. "My dad...died." At this point I broke into a fit of hysterical sobs. Tre jumped up and hugged me. Then I said something that I never thought I would say. "I miss him."
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 24, 2005 20:36:29 GMT -5
Sorry that part was so short.
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Post by Kill on Jul 24, 2005 20:41:56 GMT -5
Awww... This is like a rodeo full of emotions, and Tre is the rodeo clown.... uh.... wink wink, haha
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 24, 2005 20:52:10 GMT -5
Hehe....only you and I get that.
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Post by Kill on Jul 24, 2005 20:53:18 GMT -5
Yup... ^_^
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 24, 2005 21:43:19 GMT -5
Aw, that's sad.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 24, 2005 23:07:48 GMT -5
Sorry this part is so short. The parts keep getting shorter and shorter. PART TWENTY NINE My dad's funeral was the weirdest thing ever. My mom and her new husband James flew out to California, much to my mother's protest. They were both there. Throughout the entire service, Mom kept patting me on the arm and telling me to stop crying because I was making a scene. Tre couldn't sit with me, since he wasn't part of the family or whatever. He was sitting in the back, though. And now my mother was the only one who could comfort me. This sucked. The service was pretty nice. I felt bad for the pastor, though. He had to get up and lie to all these people about what a great person my dad was. And I thought it was great how he avoided mentioning how my dad raped and murdered Jenny. "Now that you're father's died, James and I want you to come live with us," Mom said after the service. "What?" "You came here to live with him, and now he's dead. I think it's only right that you come back to New York with us," she said. "NO!" I yelled. "Calm down," she whispered. "I have a life here. I want to stay." "Why?" "I just do!" I screamed. "Honey, I know you're emotional right now. But you need to get a grip. It would be best for you." "Bullshit," I snapped. "If you're staying just cause of your boyfriend, that's a stupid reason," she sighed. "What do you know about my life? Like you ever fucking cared," I snapped, then ran off. Tre, who had been watching the whole time, followed after me, as did James, my step-dad.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 0:45:10 GMT -5
Uh-oh. Drama.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 0:47:35 GMT -5
As you may have already learned...
Dori's stories = Comedy + sex x drama
It's my formula. Hasn't failed me yet.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 0:50:00 GMT -5
Yes i have noticed. Why can't we learn this in math? Instead of formulas for rectangles?
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 1:07:19 GMT -5
Yeah....we could learn equations for writing amazing stories. That's something I'd actually use.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 1:12:24 GMT -5
BREAKTHROUGH!!!!! We should see the board of education!!!!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 1:21:06 GMT -5
We should.
"She smashed the radio witht the board of education...."
Sorry, Green Day moment. I have them a lot.
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