Creation of Little Nicole .

Gemco. Mom started working at this little supermarket in a huge suburban town at a young age. After working in the cashed checks department for a few months, she started seeing familiar faces. Two males that were tall and always greasy with sweat dripping down their faces. Gross. Cashing their checks weekly, same time and same day of the week. Eventually the tall, long brown hair guy started to flirt and begin to make a move. Mom wasn't a dumb girl, she got the hint.

One night, the man walked into the store late; later then usual. Mom doing her normal routine cashed his check but put it aside instead of the cash register. Why? Well, she wanted to go see this man after her long endless nights at work. Writing his address down and calling her best friend excitedly, she couldn't wait till work was over to go surprise him.

Finally! The clock showed it was time to clock out and leave. Jumping into her old beat up '64 Yellow rusted Mazda to get her friend down the street. Her friend worked at a hole in the wall gas station. Barely able to talk, adrenaline rushing through her body, she sped off once her friend was in the car.

As she walked up to the door, legs feeling like jello, she stuttered when he opened the door. The face he made was priceless. Pure joy, happiness and a little confused as well. Throughout the night there was lots of laughter and smiles. The three of them had a great time. Mom knowing she had work bright and early, didn't stop her from staying out with this man till late.

Days later they were pronounced boyfriend and girlfriend. Happiest little couple decided to get married after a few years of being together. Moving around in the bay area, having kids throughout the year; six years apart. First they had Brian who seemed to be the helpful child. Always happy and went out of his way to provide for the family as he grew older. Second came Christopher. Devious little child. Run around the house knocking out teeth and not a care in the world. Lastly, Mom wanted a girl. That's where Nicole came along.

Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater

Action Speak Louder Than Words

Jealousy. Jealousy can rip relationships apart. Usually it means one of them is insecure. Other times it’s because of their pasts.

This is Caitlin with her story.

Bubbly personality but appears quiet around large groups. Big hearted girl that is very high spirited. Long luscious blonde hair that flows in the wind. Dating Corbin for a year now, is becoming suspicious of her boyfriend. See there is a girl named Kelsey who is always around Corbin and seems to be texting him as if THEY were the ones dating. News flash, I am dating him, not Kelsey.

One night, Caitlin receives a text from her boyfriend saying;

“Hey babygirl. My friend wants to go to a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to go?”

Caitlin being the girl who wants to be a perfect girlfriend wanted to say yes, but she knew her parents wouldn’t allow her to stay at another boys house. With a big sigh, she texts back,

“Babe, you know how my parents are. Looks like you are going without me. Hope you have a great time. Be safe, I love you.. /:”

“Okay babe.. bye.”

Caitlin a little frustrated ignores the sarcastic text Corbin had sent her. Worried all night about him, she ends up finally falling asleep around two in the morning. Restless sleep. Tossing and turning, flipping the pillow every hour to the cold side, hoping that she will get some sleep tonight.

Seven in the morning comes around and she has only had about three hours of sleep. Deciding to just get up and start the day, she receives a text from Corbin. Beyond excited she replies, “Good morning babby!! I miss you! How was last night? Kelsey wasn’t there was she? I love you!” She hadn’t gotten a text back until a half hour later;

“Hey Caitlin.. Kelsey was and still is here. Why…”

“Oh just wondering. That’s all.”

“Seems like it’s a big concern to you.”

“No it’s not. How was last night?”

“Fine…”

“Why do you keep putting so many dots?”

“I don’t know. I have to go.”

Caitlin had the biggest knot in her stomach. Why did SHE have to be there? Of all parties, she was at that one? How come she has to try and get with MY boyfriend? There are more fish in the sea, go grab your own!

Being the protective and worried girlfriend, she quickly took a shower, got dressed and jumped into her car. She had a bad feeling about last night, and she was going to get to the end of this feeling. Determined.

Driving to where her boyfriend was, she saw him standing outside, with a girl. Caitlin’s stomach dropped to the floor board. Tears began streaming down her face, causing makeup to run. Caitlin pulls over to where she can see him but he can’t see her. Outta site, outta mind.

The girl kept getting closer and closer to him. She was wearing a white tank top that was complete see through showing her snow white belly. Ripped blue short shorts. No shoes and hair thrown up like she had a rough night. Appearing to have noses touching, I felt chills go down my neck to my toes within a millisecond. I can’t believe this. Why would he cheat on me? He told me he loved me! He just said he was happy. How can he do this to me! Why?! Why?! Why?!

Without thinking, she drove up to where he had been standing. Corbin recognizing the car jumped and had no idea how to respond. Kelsey standing closely to him ran away like a little boy does when he knows Momma is going to be spanked.

“Caitlin, I-I-I don’t know what to say.. She came .. and baby, I love you. You know that.”

With tears coming down harder than before, I didn’t care to listen to any lie coming out of his mouth.

“Corbin, we are over. I can’t believe you. Return all my stuff today by 6pm. Erase my number. Don’t ever try to get contact with me again. Goodbye Corbin.”

Trembling in her own skin, scared out of her mind, not knowing what she was going to do with herself, she got into her car and left. Going straight home and tears filled in her eyes making things difficult to see.

She gave up her best friend. Her boyfriend. Her love that she never thought would do this. Done. Over with. Just like that.

Nothing. Nothing At All.

Laying in my semi large backyard on a long rectangle beach towel relaxing when my Mom yells out, “Nicole, go pick up your clothes. I’m leaving now, so it better be done when I get back.” “Okay Mom” I replied as I roll my eyes. Not wanting to move, I continued to do what I call nothing; texting and Facebook stalk.

Glancing at my phone to see the time, I realize an hour has passed. Mom will be home in a half hour. Still not moving, I text what are we about to… INCOMING CALL: Mommy.

“Hello? I reply sort of hesitant.

“Have you picked up your clothes yet?!” Mom replied, sounding hopeful but in doubt also.

“Uh….”

“Nicole! I left an hour ago.! What have you been doing this whole entire time?!

“I wasn’t doing anything. Just laying in the backyard enjoying this beautiful spring weather.”

“It’s impossible to be doing nothing first of all. Secondly, go do what I told you, or else you can’t go anywhere tonight. Okay, bye.” CLICK.

Hanging up on me very irritated, I got the hint and got up.

I have big plans tonight. I thought silently to myself. Finishing my text message, exiting out of my Facebook stalking moments, I got up unwillingly. Folding my towel nicely and setting it on the table inside and headed to my some what cluttered bedroom. Country music blasting, I begin putting clothes in baskets. Fifteen minutes later and the task is completed.

Walking down the hallway, I grabbed the towel I had been previously using with my phone in hand and proceeded to go into my backyard. Organizing myself and getting situated. Within minutes I hear the sliding glass door screech open. Before I get the chance to look up, Mom screams “Nicole! Are you serious? You can’t follow one simple task I ask you to do? You are not allowed to go anywhere tonight.”

Laughing and ignoring the words she had just said, she walks inside angrily. Continue to Facebook stalk and text, she walks outside and says “I’m sorry” so quiet that it was under her breath. Hearing every word she said, I asked “What did you say?”. “I said I’m sorry.” With the biggest grin on my face, I can’t help but acknowledge her and say “It’s okay Mommy.”

As I continue to enjoy the spring afternoon weather, and do nothing, my friend texts me saying – What are you doing? Simply reply, oh nothing(:.

Cinderella.

Winter. Summer. Fall. Spring.
Love. Warmth. Snuggling. Hot Cocoa. Fireplaces.

Darien was looking for a girl who would fit his sparkled glass slipper. Many times would he run into a good lookin’ female, but her foot never seemed to fit the slipper fully. Too big, too small.

One blizzardly winter evening, Darien met a girl he wasn’t too sure about. This particular girl had strawberry blonde hair, tiny like a baby panda and a shy personality. Girl instantly hooked onto this boy didn’t know how to approach him.

After many days spending endless hours together, Darien decided he would give it a try, ask the pretty girl out. Sitting in the ice cold movie theater, overly buttered popcorn, one large soda, Darien dug frantically through his pockets to find his phone. Quickly texting the girls best friend, he asked, “Should I hold her hand?” Within seconds, she replied yes! Reaching over, he grabbed her hand and butterflies flew throughout her stomach.

Next day rolled around, and it was official. Darien found the perfect girl with the perfect foot to fit in his glass slipper. Couldn’t be happier. The slipper still fitting nice and snug after a year and nothing will change that ... (:

Alt. Prompt ; Love Is The Key .

Love means to have a strong passion toward someone or something. In my life, I love many people. But truthfully, the one person I could tell you most about would be my mother.

Let’s just say, my mom is an amazing woman. She has been through so many hoops just to get where she is today. Financial problems have caused her the most pain and stress. She has the biggest heart out of everybody I know. She puts people she loves before herself, always. No matter what is happening in her personal life.

I love my Moms’ understanding ability. Many times I will come home in tears or anger and just want to be left alone. Mother’s always know what’s best for their children and my Mom always knows how to fix my problems. Sometimes, she will start off with asking me what’s wrong. If I shut her out, she’ll hug me and walk away. Usually within time, I will let loose and tell her everything. My mom knows that I will eventually tell her, so she never trips. For some odd reason, she always has the perfect thing to say at the perfect moment.

I love my Moms’ motherly figure. Sounds weird to say, but I believe every mother raises their kids different. My mom raised me to stand up for what I believe in regardless what others think. Being someone who cares deeply about others opinions, it has been hard. But with everything I had to forgive and forget, she has given me tips on ways to stick it out the best way.

I love my Moms’ incredible strength. No matter what situation life throws her way, she can get through it with a little support, and make things better then before! She has passed that ability to me as I grew up. For example, after my Grandpa passed away, I had to learn real quick how to be strong for her. As the years went on, it got easier. Mom made me realize how to be strong in the hardest situations.

Thank you Mom for being the best Mom anyone could ask for. You have taught me so many things about life, and supported me in all ways possible. You mean the world to me and I’m glad you could share your wonderful traits with me. :)

Alt. Prompt; The Man Whom I Miss

"I miss you, Grandpa."
Rest In Peace
February 4th - December 23

I remember your scent. The strong smell of Bruit Cologne was the first thing I would smell on bright mornings that came too soon. I remember waking up and seeing you sitting at the breakfast table waiting ever so patiently. Grandpa was never patient, ever. I remember when we would race while eating our meals, just to get me to finish my meal. I remember you used to use your strong, built legs and keep all the grandkids locked in between them; to the point where no matter how hard we were trying, it was impossible to break free. It felt like we were trapped in a dark dungeon or held captive. I remember every little thing about you. It feels like just yesterday I saw your tan skin, bright blue eyes, white as can be hair that never was messed up, and dressed in your fancy pants and button up shirt. I miss you, Grandpa.

Grandpa, I miss you more then anything. I was only a freshman when you passed away. You weren’t doing well the last year you were still on earth with your loved ones. You were in intense pain, couldn’t remember who people were, and barely could get out of bed. But some days were better then others. Like the day I walked into your room and your face lit up, how the sun brightens my room at six in the morning. I broke into tears to see how ecstatic you were. But yet, even on those bad days, you could manage to be positive somehow. I miss seeing your face, Grandpa.

I remember the day you told me that I was always going to be your favorite granddaughter. Yes, I was your last granddaughter, but I was more special then the other ten in your eyes. Or how you would always tell me that I was going far in life. How did you know that when I was so young? Maybe you were a physic. My goal is to achieve the standards you told me I could. I want you to be proud of who I am after four years without you by my side. I miss you being right there, Grandpa.

I remember every Sunday, Grandma and you would go to church. I would go when I stayed the weekend with you. I never liked going because it was filled with a bunch of old folks, like you, and smelt like baby powder and old people cologne or perfume. While I was being acknowledged continuously, you sat there trying  not to engage with anyone. Grandpa, you weren’t a morning person. Church wasn’t your thing all that much either. You liked the social aspect and the delicious food they served after the service. But Grandpa, I’m a Christian now, just like you were. I believe in all the same things you did. I’m proud to represent you, Grandpa. I go to church all the time. Three times a week. You might not have enjoyed it, but I know you listened because you’d repeat something the pastor said. Man, I sure do miss you, Grandpa.

I remember how much you loved your freedom of speech. You weren’t allowed to drive anymore due to all the strokes you had that caused you to have slower reflexes, but you were determined to have your license renewed regardless. You made Grandma drive you to DMV, stand in the line that make you feel like you’ve aged immensely just waiting, and retook your test. You passed. Everyone was shocked and couldn’t believe that YOU passed the test. The family was scared you would try and drive somewhere after this event. You were a jokester like that, but this wasn’t a great time to be doing that. Grandpa, you’re one stubborn man. Thanks for passing down that gene to me. Grandpa, are you listening, I miss you.

I remember your favorite dessert. Butterscotch. Happens to be my favorite as well. I promised you I would make your favorite dessert when you came home from the hospital. Lying in the hospital bed, you looked so much better. Actually had color in your face and could move on your own. The doctors came into share the big news; you were coming home in a week! Finally the day arrived. I got myself into the kitchen and made that pudding proudly. Throwing the box on the cluttered counter with the biggest smile. I don’t think I could have been happier that I got to share the same dessert as you. I miss sharing our favorite dessert together, Grandpa.

I remember how into sports you were. I hated going to visit because you had to watch your sports. Sports were so important to you, especially football. Who watches football all day, every day? Old people, because they have nothing better to do. You never really had a favorite team. You watched every football game you possibly could. From 49ers to the Steelers. One day, I got hooked on football. I sat on your lap and lectured you about how I was more important. You “ignored” me and kept giving me hints on what was happening in the game. After a few minutes, I gave up and listened to your entire mumble jumble. Who knew, of all people, that I would get hooked on football? I miss football Sundays with you, Grandpa.

Lastly, I remember the day you passed away. You had just come home from the hospital. That was all you wanted; to be home when you passed away. It was two days before Christmas. Mom had just gotten off the phone with Grandma. Thirty minutes later, Grandma called again. Everyone knew. My heart stopped beating, my stomach twisted and turned, tears poured out but I had to stop them. I couldn’t let my Mom see me cry. I held her so tight, like how a baby would want to be held for protection I couldn’t believe this. It was just a joke, wasn’t it? My brother, Mom and I jumped in the car within a minute and drove to Concord, California. We were there in thirty minutes and spent the next three days with the rest of the family. Grandma was so happy. It was your time according to her. Grandpa, why? I think everyone was happy, because now you are with the angels and you’re watching over us. I miss you so much, Grandpa.

Grandpa, you inspired me in so many ways. I remember so much about you as if it was just yesterday you were here. You came into my dreams for the first time a few weeks ago. You told me how good I was doing and to keep pushing myself. I have a bunch of your qualities and I wouldn’t change them for anything. Your stubbornness, your intelligence, your Irish gene. You passed away, and I never understood why it had to be your time. But let’s be honest, I wouldn’t want you back in the condition you were in, period. You are in heaven now. Floating with angels, making miracles happen. Where you belong. Someday, I will see you again. I can’t wait to eat butterscotch with you again some day. I love you, Grandpa. I miss you more then anything!

Death ):

Maaan.
Did you hear on the news about a deadly stabbing Saturday night in Folsom? Happens to be somebody I knew. Happens to be a block and a half away from my church as well. Shoot.
Let me just say, I didn't know this kid too well. He went to my church a few times since I've been going there. But when he was little, he would go all the time. I didn't get to know him that well, but he was a nice guy from what I know.
My heart aches for all the people that know him. My heart dropped when I found out it was somebody I knew. Kids from my youth were close with him. Why would someone do this? Why?!
Today is Sunday, meaning we had church. Kids from youth were there crying harder then I have ever seen them cry. Eyes bloodshot, puffy and red. All you could do was hug them and tell them you were there for them. I even prayed for a few. Life isn't easy and death most certaintly isn't easy to grasp.
Please, remember to be safe and know your surrounding. Life is short, so live it up and be smart about your choices.

If you'd like to read the article:
http://blogs.sacbee.com/crime/archives/2011/10/folsom-transient-arrested-for-investigation-of-homicide.html#ixzz1ZeO9IG6w

Rest in Paridise Minor!