nightmares become reality || dreams
Jan 22, 2014 13:21:43 GMT -5
Post by kendall on Jan 22, 2014 13:21:43 GMT -5
JAIME SMITH
I had come to a conclusion a very long time ago that tenderness wasn’t a practiced action when it comes to my rebel of a big sister. But, if you call drinking and fighting tenderness then you found the girl. Ever since I was little Charlie always played a little rough and sometimes ended up hurting someone, it was usually me. I couldn’t help it though, I was little then. I can take pain more then I could then but I lack what Charlie doesn’t, toughness.
Though, I shouldn’t be complaining. Charlie is trying her very hardest to be a mother figure and I wasn’t going to hesitate and tell her not too. I think its good practice. Most of the time I think the Charlie would be a great mother, ignoring what she says about herself. She just needs a little more practice. And because I am a man of my word, I will let her practice so if she is an actual mother she won’t hurt then. I would rather have her experiment the motherhood thing on me then a tiny child. I am 15, I can handle it.
Sometimes, I had a hard time taking it in. I found myself coming outside in the night and sit my the big oak tree and just think about everything that happens. I used to only escape sometimes but I find myself coming out more and more. I don't have many friends like my older sister. She seems too perfect to be true. I am a messed up kid who doesn't have a mother and a criminal of a father. But once I think about it, my whole family is in my situation as well. We all just handle it differently. Kicking a rock with my boot I feel myself become tired. Hearing a crackling in the woods I stand up. "Who's there?" I ask. Maybe it's Evangeline.
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