We will help you get your mom off drugs!

There’s no evolutionary reason for people to be born gay. Two people of the same sex can’t reproduce. I read an article written by a “homosexual” that said he unconsciously made the “decision” to be gay. He labeled homosexuality as a detachment disorder. He never had any physical contact with his father, which caused him to crave intimacy with another male. He said that he only sexually desired males, but romantically desired women. He also said that his mother was very cold to him and acted as if he was never good enough. His first sexual encounter with a female was not very pleasant. This made him fear relationships with women and he felt as if he would never be “good enough” for women. People brought up in these kinds of homes may turn to other outlets such as alcoholism or drugs.

Before you go off the deep end and respond with childish knee jerk reactions and name calling (homophobic, bigot, etc.), at least think about and consider the possibilities that homosexuality may in fact be an emotional detachment disorder. Do you think that homosexual feelings may possibly be because of emotionally damaging experiences like the ones listed above?
*, You’re calling ME irrational when you’re the one using the ‘reasoning’ that there is no reason, they just are? There has to be an evolutionary reason for homosexuality. If not, then it’s either a choice, disorder, or birth defect.

I got pregnant at 16, and I thought I was gonna keep the baby. I ended up changing my mind during my pregnancy and set the baby up for adoption because I felt like I wasn’t ready mentally or financially to be raising a child so young. My mom was truly against my decision and has basically held a grudge on me and my boyfriend (the father of the baby) ever since.

She barely talks to me. And when she does, she’s drunk and she’s yelling at me. She always tells me that I’m a bad person for giving my baby away. She calls me names all the time. Her new boyfriend is a drug addict and I’m sure he’s got her hooked on drugs as well. I was the first person in the family to graduate from highschool, and instead of being happy for me and being there, my mom got drunk, called me and told me she hated me. She’s even told me that she wish she would have aborted me when she got pregnant.

The main reason why I gave my baby up for adoption is because my mother had me when she was young. She struggled to provide for me. I grew up in a bad neighborhood – full of drugs, prostitution, gangs etc. We barely ate because we couldn’t afford to, I wore the same clothes everyday.
I didn’t want that life for my son. I want him to grow up happy with a family who can provide for him properly.

Why can’t my mom get over this?
Yeah… my issue is pretty similar to Catelynn from Teen Mom. I wish I was making this up……..

I disagree with the idea completely because they should be giving up the bottle by 1. She never cries for the bottle with me and drinks from a sippe cup or regular cup. It seems that she only wants it when she is with my mother in law. My husband thinks nothing is wrong with that but I do. What do you all think about this situation? What should I do about it?
I threw out the bottles a long time ago. It seems as though they have her spoiled. She doesn’t drink from the bottle all the time but every once in a while when she cries they spoil her with it. Thanks for all your advice people!!
Does anyone know what damage this can do to the teeth? Any helpful websites or pictures perhaps?

My husband has been struggling with alcoholism since January. He has also been crushing up psych meds and snorting them, as well as stealing pills from his dad’d medicine cabinet. I have had to stay up all night with him in the hospital because of overdose, and I am 6 months pregnant. He also had a grand mal seizure on Mother’s Day after taking over 20 pills in an hour, and the hospital deemed it a suicide attempt. He has been arrested for public drunkeness, and has panhandled for alcohol. I left him in May to stay with my dad, and he has (he says) 30 days sober. But he has been mean to me on the phone, and told me yesterday that he fired his AA sponsor last week and is not sure if he is going to get another one. He has also said that he is thinking about calling his old drinking buddies because he has no friends, and he says that he is lonely and has thought about spending time with an old girlfriend. I am at the end of my rope. I am not sure if I can stay married to him.

My mother drank heavily while she was pregnant with me. So I was just wondering if, because of her drinking, I would have a high tolerance for alcohol. I don’t drink, it’s just a random thing I was wondering about.
My mother drank heavily while she was pregnant with me. So I was just wondering if, because of her drinking, I would have a high tolerance for alcohol. I don’t drink, it’s just a random thing I was wondering about.

I agree that drinking while pregnant is stupid and should never be done. And no, miraculously I don’t have FAS.

My mother drank heavily while she was pregnant with me. So I was just wondering if, because of her drinking, I would have a high tolerance for alcohol. I don’t drink, it’s just a random thing I was wondering about.
My mother drank heavily while she was pregnant with me. So I was just wondering if, because of her drinking, I would have a high tolerance for alcohol. I don’t drink, it’s just a random thing I was wondering about.

I agree that drinking while pregnant is stupid and should never be done. And no, miraculously I don’t have FAS.

My mother drank heavily while she was pregnant with me. So I was just wondering if, because of her drinking, I would have a high tolerance for alcohol. I don’t drink, it’s just a random thing I was wondering about.
My mother drank heavily while she was pregnant with me. So I was just wondering if, because of her drinking, I would have a high tolerance for alcohol. I don’t drink, it’s just a random thing I was wondering about.

I agree that drinking while pregnant is stupid and should never be done. And no, miraculously I don’t have FAS.

My mother has been an alcoholic all my life and has verbally abused me my whole life (and a few occassions physically). I was always a well behaved kid and did well through school, spent a lot of time looking after the family and things because of her alcoholism. My father is a good man, but has a very very nasty temper so it was a volatile childhood. He won’t do anything to get her to get help and one day I snapped and gave her an ultimatum that if she didnt get help she wouldn’t see me again. (Yes I know it doesnt work, it was a spur of the moment thing) She did admit that she has a problem , but refused to get help and I don’t think she ever will. I cannot trust her because of it all and because throughout my life at “home” with them I had no privacy and was banned from talking to people about what happened at home, she even tried to ban my auntie from supporting me (my auntie told her to get stuffed thankfully). My emails were constantly hacked into, my cellphones read if I accidently left them around and my room searched through when I wasn’t home.

As far as I’m concerned I could never see her again and it wouldn’t be a problem, we have no relationship but because she can’t remember anything when she wakes up the next morning from the nights before etc, she doesn’t think she’s been a bad mother and thinks Im just a horrible vindictive person.

I’m 19 now, moved out of home at 17 ….and yet I’m still battling this every single day.

I just want to know if that after all I have been through (and I haven’t explained it all here by any means) should I just forgive her for being who she is, or is it understandable that I can’t?
It’s a relief to see that people actually understand what I’m getting at.

I live in New Zealand and its a lot more difficult to get help here with things like AA and that. Not because we are a little hopeless country or anything, just because we tend to hold a “she’ll be right” attitude a lot and everyone is too proud to ask for help. Which makes it hard when you want to scream at the top of your lungs for help!

Thanks for your advice, I have no idea what I will do (probably nothing as it would put more stress on that I couldn’t cope with right now)…but at least I know that people know how it feels…

My mother has been an alcoholic all my life and has verbally abused me my whole life (and a few occassions physically). I was always a well behaved kid and did well through school, spent a lot of time looking after the family and things because of her alcoholism. My father is a good man, but has a very very nasty temper so it was a volatile childhood. He won’t do anything to get her to get help and one day I snapped and gave her an ultimatum that if she didnt get help she wouldn’t see me again. (Yes I know it doesnt work, it was a spur of the moment thing) She did admit that she has a problem , but refused to get help and I don’t think she ever will. I cannot trust her because of it all and because throughout my life at “home” with them I had no privacy and was banned from talking to people about what happened at home, she even tried to ban my auntie from supporting me (my auntie told her to get stuffed thankfully). My emails were constantly hacked into, my cellphones read if I accidently left them around and my room searched through when I wasn’t home.

As far as I’m concerned I could never see her again and it wouldn’t be a problem, we have no relationship but because she can’t remember anything when she wakes up the next morning from the nights before etc, she doesn’t think she’s been a bad mother and thinks Im just a horrible vindictive person.

I’m 19 now, moved out of home at 17 ….and yet I’m still battling this every single day.

I just want to know if that after all I have been through (and I haven’t explained it all here by any means) should I just forgive her for being who she is, or is it understandable that I can’t?
It’s a relief to see that people actually understand what I’m getting at.

I live in New Zealand and its a lot more difficult to get help here with things like AA and that. Not because we are a little hopeless country or anything, just because we tend to hold a “she’ll be right” attitude a lot and everyone is too proud to ask for help. Which makes it hard when you want to scream at the top of your lungs for help!

Thanks for your advice, I have no idea what I will do (probably nothing as it would put more stress on that I couldn’t cope with right now)…but at least I know that people know how it feels…

My mother has been an alcoholic all my life and has verbally abused me my whole life (and a few occassions physically). I was always a well behaved kid and did well through school, spent a lot of time looking after the family and things because of her alcoholism. My father is a good man, but has a very very nasty temper so it was a volatile childhood. He won’t do anything to get her to get help and one day I snapped and gave her an ultimatum that if she didnt get help she wouldn’t see me again. (Yes I know it doesnt work, it was a spur of the moment thing) She did admit that she has a problem , but refused to get help and I don’t think she ever will. I cannot trust her because of it all and because throughout my life at “home” with them I had no privacy and was banned from talking to people about what happened at home, she even tried to ban my auntie from supporting me (my auntie told her to get stuffed thankfully). My emails were constantly hacked into, my cellphones read if I accidently left them around and my room searched through when I wasn’t home.

As far as I’m concerned I could never see her again and it wouldn’t be a problem, we have no relationship but because she can’t remember anything when she wakes up the next morning from the nights before etc, she doesn’t think she’s been a bad mother and thinks Im just a horrible vindictive person.

I’m 19 now, moved out of home at 17 ….and yet I’m still battling this every single day.

I just want to know if that after all I have been through (and I haven’t explained it all here by any means) should I just forgive her for being who she is, or is it understandable that I can’t?
It’s a relief to see that people actually understand what I’m getting at.

I live in New Zealand and its a lot more difficult to get help here with things like AA and that. Not because we are a little hopeless country or anything, just because we tend to hold a “she’ll be right” attitude a lot and everyone is too proud to ask for help. Which makes it hard when you want to scream at the top of your lungs for help!

Thanks for your advice, I have no idea what I will do (probably nothing as it would put more stress on that I couldn’t cope with right now)…but at least I know that people know how it feels…

hey. I’m going to be a freshman tomorrow and my life has basicly sucked. My mom was addicted to drugs and would leave me home alone for like 2 weeks at a time when I was like 8. All the while my father was at work and you cant pry that man from his work for anything. so there I sat alone.
So I started acting out. Never did any home work..never came home, but worst of all..I stumbeled into cutting myself when I was 11 and my mom hit me.

Well now I don’t like listening to anything my parents say because now I feel that they have no right to act like any sort of parental figure twoards me because they never were before. But im trying really hard to be better at listening to them.

Last night I cut for the first time in like 2 months so that’s really good!

I’ve been trying soo hard.

I’ve prepared for school very much so that It will be easier for me during the year and I’m going to work my butt off to get good grades. (I even did homework over the summer so I could do less during the year)

And my parents keep treating me like crap. I’ll slip up and say a swear word and I’ll get screamed at. my room is currently a mess and my dad started screaming at me about how I’m such a screw up and everything I do is wrong.

I want to get better at all of this but every time I try I get put down like I’m not good enough..
why are they like this to me?
(sorry its so long)
oh and also he keeps complaining about how I never do anything he tells me to..when yes I do..

He’s the one who doesn’t do what he’s supposed to…

We havent been grocery shopping the whole summer. and I know he can afford it since he just bought a motorcycle.

Someone is going to be giving my family a kitten. She’s 7 weeks old and the person said that they can’t give it just yet because it’s STILL drinking from it’s mother. Is that normal?
Uh…no, she’ll be 8 weeks by the time I get her. When I took my puppy in for shots I asked if the kitten would be old enough to take home and she said yes.

I’m only 15. I dont think I should have to deal with my own mom every night getting drunk and keeping me up too 12 at night. Lately, my mom is getting bigger bottles. She normally gets small bottles, and only drinks one a night but it’s getting worse. She went fucking berzerk one night when I didnt give her the other half of her drink (which she said at least 4 times before that she didn’t want) I ran in my room and locked the door and sat behind the door while she slammed herself into it and made dents in it. It lasted about an hour and I was scared to death. That happened only last week. Another time is when I had my friend sleeping over (this was a few eyars ago) and my mom was making stew (soup) and she was doing it drunk. Then I noticed she was walking back and forth to the kitchen to the bathroom so I got up and there was pools of blood everywhere. She cut her finger off while cutting the carrots. Then she had to go to th E.R. My parents are devoiced (has bin for about 7 years) and she had to drive by herself (I was so scared I didn’t think about calling someone to help) so me and my friend got into the her car and drove away. We live about 45 min from a hospital and at night. We almost crashed a number of times. I dont know why me and my friend went, but we thought we could keep her from driving off the road (which we did). Anyway, how can I get my mom to stop drinking so much every night? She doesn’t have health ensurence so she can’t go to rehab. Do you know what I can do? I dread when it becomes night time and she takes her first shot. I know whats comeing and I hate it. She starts at 7 so its way to early to go to bed. Help? :(

So, this girl I like that I work with just gave me her phone number a few days ago. I finally called her last night talked for a little bit and I let her go so she could sleep…

I call her this morning and it turned out her drug addicted brother (who is 16 and she is 19) stole $200 she was saving up to buy a new guitar. He broke into her window to do so, it isn’t the first time this has happened, but not this badly.

She is very upset she can’t do anything by law since she and I assumed circumstancial evidence would be useless since he does live there. And her mom whom they both live with refuses to kick him out just because he is 16.

What can I do first of all to cheer her up and calm her down… I don’t want to say the wrong thing to her.

So, this girl I like that I work with just gave me her phone number a few days ago. I finally called her last night talked for a little bit and I let her go so she could sleep…

I call her this morning and it turned out her drug addicted brother (who is 16 and she is 19) stole $200 she was saving up to buy a new guitar. He broke into her window to do so, it isn’t the first time this has happened, but not this badly.

She is very upset she can’t do anything by law since she and I assumed circumstancial evidence would be useless since he does live there. And her mom whom they both live with refuses to kick him out just because he is 16.

What can I do first of all to cheer her up and calm her down… I don’t want to say the wrong thing to her.

So, this girl I like that I work with just gave me her phone number a few days ago. I finally called her last night talked for a little bit and I let her go so she could sleep…

I call her this morning and it turned out her drug addicted brother (who is 16 and she is 19) stole $200 she was saving up to buy a new guitar. He broke into her window to do so, it isn’t the first time this has happened, but not this badly.

She is very upset she can’t do anything by law since she and I assumed circumstancial evidence would be useless since he does live there. And her mom whom they both live with refuses to kick him out just because he is 16.

What can I do first of all to cheer her up and calm her down… I don’t want to say the wrong thing to her.

So, I’m seventeen. I had a girlfriend of ten months… We last had sex on like.. Jan 10 I think.. around there. Anyway, she stopped talking to me after feeding me a bunch of lies and bullshit and she is actually dating someone else. She now lives in Houston with her drug addict mom and her mom’s failure of a boyfriend. According to her grandparents, she missed her period this month. There is a LARGE chance the baby is mine… Now, this girl is on some pretty severe drugs. If it is indeed my baby, what can I do about her drug situation? This girl has never had a legal guardian since she was born, she just turned seventeen and is violating all sorts of things for Social Security, her mom is violating her probation.. They HAVE drugs in this house, and her mom is also supplying her with alcohol. I am trying to find a way that she will have to go live with another family member, so we can fix all these problems.. I think with her mom doing some seriously illegal stuff and her mom’s boyfriend possibly having a warrant out for her arrest we can take care of them… Now, I need to know what the laws are for a seventeen year old with no guardian and if her grandparents could try and take guardianship.. considering she can’t take care of herself… and she loses her social security checks, which she is already in violation of… And.. With a good chance I am the father what rights to I have to try and keep her clean?
I have to admit that a condom was not used. Only birth control. I am trying to figure out more what I can do to get custody put over her than anything else. The point of getting her mother thrown in jail is because her mother is the one who got her all on this shit. The entire reason she is with this guy is because mom wants it to be that way. It’s a difficult situation to explain.. Not something I can really explain on the internet ya know? Just wondering what legal right she has.. Her grandparents had “amnesty” or something like that over her for a long while.. Not exactly sure what happened to it lol.. Point is, they want her back and want her clean. I could care less about being with her.. I don’t want a fudging crack baby, ya know?
Also, I looked up Emancipation.. and unless she can support herself.. She cannot be emancipated. So basically someone has to have control over her at all times, and that person has to be a relative apparently. At least that is what I gathered on the internet. If anyone really wants custody of her, the only chance she has of staying away is proving she can take care of herself… Which.. She can’t, that’s why she relied on me so much. Confused confused little girl…
By the way. The only reason I believe them when they say it might be mine.. Is because I know by facts there is a HUGE chance it is.. Then again, you never know. It could be the other guys.. IN WHICH CASE… She is about to have one ugly baby. lol. It twas not her who shared her info on her menstrual cycle… It was her doped up mom blabbering to her grandmother because obviously SHE can’t support another child either..
Well, as far as having sex with such a messed up girl.. I never knew how bad it was. I knew she smoked pot, but not all this….
Now, as far as calling my actions stupid. You don’t know the full story and there is quite a bit I am not cluing you guys in on. There are many lies involved in this story. She has not started all this stuff but a couple months ago, and I have not seen her much since then. Her mom and her mom’s boyfriend hate me of course because I am not a drug user blah blah. At one time she could have been a wonderful mother and very fit to be one.. Now on the other hand…

Asha hated her name. It sounded like a baby squealing for food. That’s probably why her mom had given her it. Back when ‘Pokemon’ had been all the craze, her then pregnant and teenage mother still didn’t have an ounce of imagination. Like the creatures on the show, the sound Asha made became her name.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the dashboard of her mother’s car now. In three years and two days I could legally change my name, she thought ruefully. The car pulled into the parking lot, and Asha’s twenty-eight year-old mother turned down the radio.

“What are you thinking about sweetheart?” She pushed Asha’s long blonde hair away from her face.

“Marcus,” she answered, smirking on the inside. Her mother hated her new boyfriend. As expected, the woman pursed her lips.

“Are you coming into the store? I want to get the right cupcakes for your birthday party.”

“Nah, I’ll eat whatever. I wanna get started on my Science homework,” Asha said, slipping her headphones over her ears. She didn’t really even care if the party was held. Marcus wasn’t allowed to come.

“Oh…it’s just that I-” Asha’s mother cut off mid sentence and got out of the car. It was no use talking to her daughter when her ipod was cranked up loud enough to be heard from space.

Asha watched her mother walk away and slid into the driver’s seat. She grabbed hold of the steering wheel and pretended to drive. A few drops of rain spattered on the windshield from the murky, grey sky. Thunder could be heard in the distance. Asha glanced anxiously at Pick n’ Save. She hated storms, was starting to regret not going in with her mom. She thought about leaving the car and sprinting in for a moment, but as if the storm had heard her, the rain started coming down even harder. It had been going on and off like this all day, there was even a tornado watch for that very afternoon.

Asha saw a bolt of lightening in the distance, brightening up the eerie yellow world around her. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the headrest. Maybe she could just sleep through it. Maybe if she just went to sleep it would disappear. She tapped her hand to the beat of “How Long” and sung the lyrics loudly to drown out the storm.

The loudest crack of thunder yet pushed any calm thoughts Asha had managed to conjure up from her mind. Asha snapped her eyes wide open, and locked her door, just in case the tornado decided it wanted to come in. She turned to lock the passenger door and screamed. A thin lady was sitting in the seat next to her, staring straight into her eyes.

“Asha Bindefolds I presume?” She asked robotically. Asha screamed again and grabbed the door handle. It electrocuted her. She turned and faced the willowy woman, sizing her up. Asha could beat her up. She knew she could. Narrowing in on the stranger’s throat, she lunged. But she never reached the woman. She was suspended in mid-leap, her body frozen in time. Asha’s extended fingers were mere millimeters away from gouging out the lady’s eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Thank you for volunteering this part of your life. I hope you don’t regret it.” In an instant, the woman dissolved before Asha’s eyes. Purple smoke began to fill the car, making it hard for her to breath. Asha screamed as frantically as one could with their mouth frozen shut as everything started spinning. The pleather and metal disappeared from view, and the tangy, sweet scent of orange gum that filled the car left Asha’s nose. She was completely senseless, except for the sound of Hinder pulsing in her ears. Then, suddenly, the world came back to life, and she was face down in a puddle in the middle of a cobblestone street.
Please don’t just tell me that it’s “good” tell me why it’s good, and if you don’t think it’s good, constructive criticism is HIGHLY appreciative.

Asha hated her name. It sounded like a baby squealing for food. That’s probably why her mom had given her it. Back when ‘Pokemon’ had been all the craze, her then pregnant and teenage mother still didn’t have an ounce of imagination. Like the creatures on the show, the sound Asha made became her name.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the dashboard of her mother’s car now. In three years and two days I could legally change my name, she thought ruefully. The car pulled into the parking lot, and Asha’s twenty-eight year-old mother turned down the radio.

“What are you thinking about sweetheart?” She pushed Asha’s long blonde hair away from her face.

“Marcus,” she answered, smirking on the inside. Her mother hated her new boyfriend. As expected, the woman pursed her lips.

“Are you coming into the store? I want to get the right cupcakes for your birthday party.”

“Nah, I’ll eat whatever. I wanna get started on my Science homework,” Asha said, slipping her headphones over her ears. She didn’t really even care if the party was held. Marcus wasn’t allowed to come.

“Oh…it’s just that I-” Asha’s mother cut off mid sentence and got out of the car. It was no use talking to her daughter when her ipod was cranked up loud enough to be heard from space.

Asha watched her mother walk away and slid into the driver’s seat. She grabbed hold of the steering wheel and pretended to drive. A few drops of rain spattered on the windshield from the murky, grey sky. Thunder could be heard in the distance. Asha glanced anxiously at Pick n’ Save. She hated storms, was starting to regret not going in with her mom. She thought about leaving the car and sprinting in for a moment, but as if the storm had heard her, the rain started coming down even harder. It had been going on and off like this all day, there was even a tornado watch for that very afternoon.

Asha saw a bolt of lightening in the distance, brightening up the eerie yellow world around her. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the headrest. Maybe she could just sleep through it. Maybe if she just went to sleep it would disappear. She tapped her hand to the beat of “How Long” and sung the lyrics loudly to drown out the storm.

The loudest crack of thunder yet pushed any calm thoughts Asha had managed to conjure up from her mind. Asha snapped her eyes wide open, and locked her door, just in case the tornado decided it wanted to come in. She turned to lock the passenger door and screamed. A thin lady was sitting in the seat next to her, staring straight into her eyes.

“Asha Bindefolds I presume?” She asked robotically. Asha screamed again and grabbed the door handle. It electrocuted her. She turned and faced the willowy woman, sizing her up. Asha could beat her up. She knew she could. Narrowing in on the stranger’s throat, she lunged. But she never reached the woman. She was suspended in mid-leap, her body frozen in time. Asha’s extended fingers were mere millimeters away from gouging out the lady’s eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Thank you for volunteering this part of your life. I hope you don’t regret it.” In an instant, the woman dissolved before Asha’s eyes. Purple smoke began to fill the car, making it hard for her to breath. Asha screamed as frantically as one could with their mouth frozen shut as everything started spinning. The pleather and metal disappeared from view, and the tangy, sweet scent of orange gum that filled the car left Asha’s nose. She was completely senseless, except for the sound of Hinder pulsing in her ears. Then, suddenly, the world came back to life, and she was face down in a puddle in the middle of a cobblestone street.
Please don’t just tell me that it’s “good” tell me why it’s good, and if you don’t think it’s good, constructive criticism is HIGHLY appreciative.

Asha hated her name. It sounded like a baby squealing for food. That’s probably why her mom had given her it. Back when ‘Pokemon’ had been all the craze, her then pregnant and teenage mother still didn’t have an ounce of imagination. Like the creatures on the show, the sound Asha made became her name.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the dashboard of her mother’s car now. In three years and two days I could legally change my name, she thought ruefully. The car pulled into the parking lot, and Asha’s twenty-eight year-old mother turned down the radio.

“What are you thinking about sweetheart?” She pushed Asha’s long blonde hair away from her face.

“Marcus,” she answered, smirking on the inside. Her mother hated her new boyfriend. As expected, the woman pursed her lips.

“Are you coming into the store? I want to get the right cupcakes for your birthday party.”

“Nah, I’ll eat whatever. I wanna get started on my Science homework,” Asha said, slipping her headphones over her ears. She didn’t really even care if the party was held. Marcus wasn’t allowed to come.

“Oh…it’s just that I-” Asha’s mother cut off mid sentence and got out of the car. It was no use talking to her daughter when her ipod was cranked up loud enough to be heard from space.

Asha watched her mother walk away and slid into the driver’s seat. She grabbed hold of the steering wheel and pretended to drive. A few drops of rain spattered on the windshield from the murky, grey sky. Thunder could be heard in the distance. Asha glanced anxiously at Pick n’ Save. She hated storms, was starting to regret not going in with her mom. She thought about leaving the car and sprinting in for a moment, but as if the storm had heard her, the rain started coming down even harder. It had been going on and off like this all day, there was even a tornado watch for that very afternoon.

Asha saw a bolt of lightening in the distance, brightening up the eerie yellow world around her. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the headrest. Maybe she could just sleep through it. Maybe if she just went to sleep it would disappear. She tapped her hand to the beat of “How Long” and sung the lyrics loudly to drown out the storm.

The loudest crack of thunder yet pushed any calm thoughts Asha had managed to conjure up from her mind. Asha snapped her eyes wide open, and locked her door, just in case the tornado decided it wanted to come in. She turned to lock the passenger door and screamed. A thin lady was sitting in the seat next to her, staring straight into her eyes.

“Asha Bindefolds I presume?” She asked robotically. Asha screamed again and grabbed the door handle. It electrocuted her. She turned and faced the willowy woman, sizing her up. Asha could beat her up. She knew she could. Narrowing in on the stranger’s throat, she lunged. But she never reached the woman. She was suspended in mid-leap, her body frozen in time. Asha’s extended fingers were mere millimeters away from gouging out the lady’s eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Thank you for volunteering this part of your life. I hope you don’t regret it.” In an instant, the woman dissolved before Asha’s eyes. Purple smoke began to fill the car, making it hard for her to breath. Asha screamed as frantically as one could with their mouth frozen shut as everything started spinning. The pleather and metal disappeared from view, and the tangy, sweet scent of orange gum that filled the car left Asha’s nose. She was completely senseless, except for the sound of Hinder pulsing in her ears. Then, suddenly, the world came back to life, and she was face down in a puddle in the middle of a cobblestone street.
Please don’t just tell me that it’s “good” tell me why it’s good, and if you don’t think it’s good, constructive criticism is HIGHLY appreciative.