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"In a boys life, you never expect to get your girlfriend pregnant.. Life is hard- but it
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"In a boys life, you never expect to get your girlfriend pregnant.. Life is hard- but it
NEVER
claimed to be easy..
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P R O L O G U E
In a boys life, you never expect to get your girlfriend pregnant. You never expect that
your first time with her will be your last, and that when you first see your
little baby girl nestled in her arms, you also see her mother dying above her. And
when they whisk that baby out and away from her, and she cries for it as they try to restrain her
to save her- it just breaks your heart.
But you know that really breaks your heart? Seeing your soulmate and partner die. Knowning that
they're leaving you, and there is nothing- not one damn thing you can do. We had only
been married a week or two ago and now it's all over. And many people scorned us for marrying
so young. Some congratulate us- but mostly scorn.
And now, everytime I look into the sweet little infant's face all I see is Meghan. I
see her eyes, her hair, her face. But not her nose. The nose is mine. But the rest- it's so blatantly
and obviously Meghan, that sometimes I think God is just playing a merciless and cruel
game just to make me cry over and over again.
I always thought that growing up as a teenager was hard. Especially growing up as a teenager
and a father. But I never thought I would grow up as a souless, widowed, teenage father.
Life is hard- but it never claimed to be easy..
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this reminds me of anthems of a seventeen-year-old girl! kind of! ish!
but i can't wait. <3
but i can't wait. <3
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thanks<33
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b ump<3
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i'll post the prologue if i get another comment!
(which isn't mine -.-)
(which isn't mine -.-)
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i cant wait!
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cant wait!
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... Prolouge????
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ahaha yess:) i have just been busy with sophomore orientation &nd all that..
give me a few minutes<3
give me a few minutes<3
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P R O L O G U E
In a boys life, you never expect to get your girlfriend pregnant. You never expect that
your first time with her will be your last, and that when you first see your
little baby girl nestled in her arms, you also see her mother dying above her. And
when they whisk that baby out and away from her, and she cries for it as they try to restrain her
to save her- it just breaks your heart.
But you know that really breaks your heart? Seeing your soulmate and partner die. Knowning that
they're leaving you, and there is nothing- not one damn thing you can do. We had only
been married a week or two ago and now it's all over. And many people scorned us for marrying
so young. Some congratulate us- but mostly scorn.
And now, everytime I look into the sweet little infant's face all I see is Meghan. I
see her eyes, her hair, her face. But not her nose. The nose is mine. But the rest- it's so blatantly
and obviously Meghan, that sometimes I think God is just playing a merciless and cruel
game just to make me cry over and over again.
I always thought that growing up as a teenager was hard. Especially growing up as a teenager
and a father. But I never thought I would grow up as a souless, widowed, teenage father.
Life is hard- but it never claimed to be easy..
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Ohmigod.....I just cried....
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:'(
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aw that is sooo sad ):
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yeaaa this story's a bit more tragic...
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i want more! i love it! i wanna know what happens!
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ahaha okaay!
still working on chappie uno<3
still working on chappie uno<3
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Oh wow! Poor guy<33
I think you already have us all hooked on the emotional level haha.
I think you already have us all hooked on the emotional level haha.
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ahaha yeaaa it's all my evil plan to get you hooked!
1. write terribly emotional prologue
2. make everyone sit there waiting for it as you as i procrastinate..
x]
1. write terribly emotional prologue
2. make everyone sit there waiting for it as you as i procrastinate..
x]
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ohh I love it!! cant wait! (:
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oh smanks:) i'll try and get chapter one up tonight
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O N E
My fingerprints peeled back slowly, and I watched them come apart from the glass window. The humid heat made everything sticky but while some people despised it, I think it was much better than the dry air. Jacksonville, Florida was home and even I, in my black clad outfit and black hair, relished the humidity.
I stepped away from the window and walked down the street, my head down. I did this a lot nowadays. Sometimes the pain of losing her hits me like a missle, and I can feel myself slowly ripping apart.
And it's scary because I don't know if my life can be stitched back together.
I lifted my head and watch people as I got farther and farther into town. There were girls in short shorts, bikinis and little sun dresses some guys was be drooling over. But they meant nothing to me. Which was quite odd, considering I was a teenage boy. You know, hormones? And I know what else you might be thinking- I am not homosexual. No offense to them, but that just wasn't me.
I had already found my other half, and when I look at another girl it's like looking at my sister. Or a pet hamster. It really just means nothing.
My sneakers flapped on the dirty concrete and I walked down a small hill. I slowly stepped over the invisible crack in the sidewalk. That damn crack had already taken the knees of three of my jeans and I was not about to allow it to tear up my knees again. I just couldn't afford it with little Olive and how expensive she is.
As I reached the bottom of the hill, I stopped infront of a paint splattered building. It was a low red brick building, but it was all painted a dirty white. Small and big handprints in a rainbow of colors defaced the building in a way that made me smile. I pulled the metal door open, silently wincing under the hot metal. A small bell rang as I walked inside.
"Hey baby cakes, you here to pick of Oli?" Teresa smiled at me from behind the counter. She was a heavy set women with smooth brown skin who always wore scrubs. She had a small scar that laced through her left eyebrow, that she never told anybody how she got it. I gave her a small smile and walked up to her.
"Yeah, my mom said she could take care of Olive until I get home from work. And if I can save money.." I trailed off with a shrug.
I had noticed that most days my sentences just trailed off. Like the words inside me were stolen like memories from someone that had been in a car crash. You know how they never remember anything that happened in those few seconds before they get hit? Yeah, like that.
I walked over to the small concrete wall that reached about halfway up my thighs. I leaned over, searching for my little baby girl. When I saw her, I smiled in a way only Meghan or Olive had ever made me smile.
She was sitting down next to a little blonde boy and was helping him building a little block structure. Her curly brown hair was sticking up in all directions, and her gray blue eyes danced.
Olive carried something special with her. She carried the spirit of her carefree, beautiful mother who was no longer with us. She carried her inside and out, and it hurt me with a pain that was good and bad.
"Oli.." I silently sung, and small smile on my lips. Olive looked up from the blocks and her eyes found mine. My heart hurt, but I smiled anyways.
"Da-baa!" Olive called to me and she pushed herself up and ran as fast as she could to me in her little olive overalls. She had learned to walk about a month ago, and she couldn't get enough of it. Neither could I.
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a.n. sorry it took so long. i was going to write more but..?
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omgggg, i absolutely love this, Kels!
please write more<33 ill wait, ahaha, but you
need to write more<333 this is amazing(:
please write more<33 ill wait, ahaha, but you
need to write more<333 this is amazing(:
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oh smanks<33
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Kelsie why must you be such a good writer??!!
it's not fair.
I love this.
continue
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i will.
and thank you<333
and thank you<333
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Deary, when are you going to post the new chappy?
Haha, I'm seriously in love with this! x]
Haha, I'm seriously in love with this! x]
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i am writing it right... now!
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Good line:: I had noticed that most days my sentences just trailed off. Like the words inside me were stolen like memories from someone that had been in a car crash. You know how they never remember anything that happened in those few seconds before they get hit? Yeah, like that. =D
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i've written at least half or 3/4s of the next chapter.
if i write tomorrow, it will be up tomorrow- soo comment to remind me please and thank you<3
kaaythxxbaii!
if i write tomorrow, it will be up tomorrow- soo comment to remind me please and thank you<3
kaaythxxbaii!
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T W O
I pushed through the door of the daycare, and out into the pounding sunshine. Olive furrowed her little brows and put her pudgy hands over her eyes as if she could turn the sun off. Unlike me, and like Meghan, my little girl hated the hot sun and prefered when it rained.
I blanked out, and remembered a time when Meaghan was still here. When Olive was still inside her, and life was good. Well- as good as it could get for a pregnant teenage couple who had been disowned by majority of the world.
Meaghan is sitting in my great grandma's old rocking chair. It's a dark mahogany, and is detailed in a faded gold, dusty blue, and soft olive. She's rocking back and forth, as I enter the room. But I pause in the doorway. Meghan's back is to me, but I can see her cradling her profound stomach. Right hand on top, left on bottom.
She's singing. Meghan never sings other than in the shower and that one time after I sang (horribly) to her after she told me she was pregnant. Her voice carries through the room, a sweet ringing sound that will stay with me forever. And so will the lullabye she was crooning to her unborn baby..
"'Dream me a life where it passes you by,
The sun always shines, and clouds never cry.
Dream me the fields of dandelions bloom,
Where there is always plenty of room.
Dream me a world were we could be free,
A world that I would like to see.
Dream me a love we'd be given the chance.
All I want is for our love's circumstance.
Dream me a night were the stars always shine,
The moon whispers songs that are forever mine.
Give me hope that love will never die,
Oh, how we could be, honey, dream of me..'"
My throat closes up and Meghan finishes her song and twists herself in the chair so she's facing me. She's smiling and it reaches her eyes, yet the darkness under them show me how much this baby has been keeping her up. Guilt washes through me. I did this to her, made her feel this pain and exhaustion. And somehow, she still loves me..
That part always confused me.
"Enjoying the kareoke?" Meghan said with a wry smile. Her soft, cracked voice was like church music to me; my soul felt free and like I was in my own heaven. Well, I'm not a religious person but it was as if Meghan was my own religion. I believed in everything she did and loved her more than anything. Her voice was like the soft organ, and everything she said I cherised as if it was real doctrine from God. Sure I did believe in God but we didn't have the best relationship.. and that was something Meghan was helping me change.
"I wouldn't call it kareoke." I said while walking farther into the nursery. Meghan's eyebrows went up in suprise. She doesn't believe she's a good singer, but really doesn't expect me to hate her voice even though it's quite the opposite.
"I would call it beautiful. Just the girl it's coming from.." I mumbled softly, and tipped her chin up and I gave her a small, but sweet kiss. These days, Meghan was- different, we'll say. Cranky, exhausted. But she was still my Meggy.
"I love you so much." Meghan whipsered, my forehead against her own. I closed my eyes and breathed in her scent as I stroked her smooth. It was her mango shampoo, her Dove soap, and something that I could never place my finger on but to me, it smelled it a springtime. If thats possible.. but I whispered back to her, as if it was as easy as breathing, "I love you too.."
I felt my large italian nose being squeezed. I was broken out of my blissful reverie by little Olive frowning at me, with her chubby fingers squeezing my nose with all her might. I scrunch up my nose at her and said in a high pitched cartoon voice, "Hey! What are you doing silly girl? Thats my nose!"
Olive giggled and let go then wrapped her arms around my neck. I stroked her unruly curls and made my way back up the hill, back to my dilapidated house with my unconditionally loving mother and her pain in the ass boyfriend. Oh. Joy.
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a.n. much longer than before.
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Love this
Can't wait for more(=
Can't wait for more(=
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this always make me cry i love it!
i love it!
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thaanks:)
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mahahah youre signature is creeppy
is that damon *sp?* from vampire diaries?
is that damon *sp?* from vampire diaries?
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