Everyone posts one sentence. And they can also add their ideas about what the plot should be and ideas about the next sentence. (:
I watch my childhood home disappear, and thought to myself "will my life ever be the same?
I wouldn't give my new mother the satisfaction of seeing me upset, so I looked at the coffee-stained floor of the taxi.
I don't like my new mother she hits me for no apparent reason other then she likes the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.
"Marshall," says my new mother, Mrs. Weston.
I don't answer her and she pulls over to the side of the road and turns around and then she hits me, i can feel the blood coming out the cut on my face from her ring.
I am silent. The taxi driver keeps driving, like nothing happened. If my father was still alive, he would've stopped this.
"Marshall, I asked you to look at me." she says. Her perfume is sickening. Slowly, I travel my eyes to her make-up covered face.
"Marshall, I know you don't like this. But I am your new parent. You will listen to me when I talk to you, understand?"
I am still silent. She turns away.
"You're useless," she says.
After ten hours, I am shaken roughly awake by Mrs. Weston.
"We're here. Get up and help me move my things."
(I know this isn't one sentence. I felt like the story is being restricted with only one thought at a time."
I Don't want to move your things, i think to myself because I don't got the guts to say it to Mrs. Waston knowing she'll hit me if i do, I carry both mine and her bags inside a yellowish-white peeling painted house.
I have no choice but to gather up her hot pink suitcases and trudge back to the house.
Why did my mother leave me and my father?
The house is covered in sickening pink. The bubble-gum medicine pink. I look at the floor instead, which is a reasurring deep brown color.
"In here, Marshall." she says. I follow her up the pink-frosted stairs into a pink room. I don't like this room. Even the floor is pink.
There are many rules here marshall. Make your bed everyday, you do your own laurdry and dishes, no drugs and no girls shall be in this house and lastly i'll ony provide what you need if you want more you'll have to earn the money yourself.
I close my eyes. I can feel the blood dripping down my face.
"Yes, Ma'am." I say.