I played a round of spent and was out of money on day 13. I started by finding a job, the job I got pay around $300 dollars a month. I chose the lowest health insurance plan with a $45 copay. I then hit a car while driving my child to school and had to choose between stopping and paying for damages or to keep driving, I chose to keep going. I also acquired a speeding ticket, which I contested in court and won but missed a day of work and got a strike.
I had no idea where I was. My vision was blurred. All I could hear was the beep of the heart monitor machine. I tried to rub my eyes; however, the plethora of wires connected to my arm restringed my movements. While my vision was gradually improving, I recognized the ICU room and my father laying beside me.
Across the street from my two story house lives an old woman named Betty. Now, Betty has been living there for many years, under the curse of diabetes. Illnesses and crippledness before would terrify me, anyone or anything unlike me gave me shivers. Betty, because of the diabetes, was made to have her leg amputated. Because of this, she can’t walk well by herself or carry out many other basic household needs.
Penny checked the time on her smart phone. “We have to be seated before the ceremony begins. I don’t want to be late. Okay?” “Sure, Pen.
The night settles in, crisp air wafts through my curtains and sting my lungs as I shallowly breathe in. The couch was lumpy as usual, and the blanket was barely thick enough to protect my skin from the soft rippling breeze. Autumn weather, being my favorite, always reminded me of when I was younger. Autumn meant my mother would want to dress me in puffy dresses and big floppy bows that bounced as I trotted along. Leaves crunching under my small shoes that were buckled all neatly.
Stitches It was an early saturday morning in 2010, my older brother, Gabe, and I were chasing each other up and down the hall. When we got tired we ran to our parent’s room I was too short at the time so Gabe had to pull me up onto the bed. We lay there for a while until we weren 't so tired and we started to jump on the bed laughing and smiling when Gabe came up with an “AMAZING” idea.
A homeowner, college graduate, good job, no children. 27 years old meeting the man of my dreams on the internet. Within two weeks he moved in with only two grocery bags of clothing. Engaged 4 months later, married one year later only to find out he was a cheater, thief, abuser and a bigamist. Three years later, we are pregnant, homeless in a hotel and still loyal.
