this story sucks.
It’s 12:30 in the morning and I have a crapload of homework to work on but for some reason I’m on my way to the store to get peanut butter. Well, not for “some” reason. My mom is five months pregnant and she really wants peanut butter. Ben’s favorite food was peanut butter, and ever since he left Mom won’t buy peanut butter. But now she’s got a major jonesing for peanut butter, but her feet hurt, so that’s why it’s me who’s got to walk two miles for peanut butter.
I’m holding a note in my right hand which is shoved into my sweatshirt pocket because it’s about negative seventy-five degrees outside with a windchill of I Want To Live In Hawaii. I tried to get out of walking to the store by telling my mom that it’s a Wednesday night - well, now it’s Thursday morning - and that means the curfew is 11:00. “If I get caught,” I said, “you’re paying for my ticket.” So she wrote this little note for me to give to a police officer if I get arrested. I don’t think I’ll be caught or anything; I mean, our cops are usually too busy ignoring the potheads and pulling over people who are going about three over the speed limit to bother about curfew-breakers.
I was working on my Pre-Calculus when Mom asked me about the peanut butter. I really shouldn’t have even taken Pre-Calc because I hate math and I suck at it, but Mom thought that a challenging class would look good to colleges even if I get really crappy grades.
I’m holding a note in my right hand which is shoved into my sweatshirt pocket because it’s about negative seventy-five degrees outside with a windchill of I Want To Live In Hawaii. I tried to get out of walking to the store by telling my mom that it’s a Wednesday night - well, now it’s Thursday morning - and that means the curfew is 11:00. “If I get caught,” I said, “you’re paying for my ticket.” So she wrote this little note for me to give to a police officer if I get arrested. I don’t think I’ll be caught or anything; I mean, our cops are usually too busy ignoring the potheads and pulling over people who are going about three over the speed limit to bother about curfew-breakers.
I was working on my Pre-Calculus when Mom asked me about the peanut butter. I really shouldn’t have even taken Pre-Calc because I hate math and I suck at it, but Mom thought that a challenging class would look good to colleges even if I get really crappy grades.