character sketch kids.

So i finally did my character sketch, i haven't sent it to my lit teacher yet though, I'm still putting it off i guess. Waiting for your thoughts i guess. This is one of those things i didn't even want to post a blog about last month, it's not half of what happened but I'm not trying to write a fucking novel here, plus i don't know how much my lit teacher can take of the crazy family drama between my mother and i.

P.S.

I am definitely not taking out the cussing when i send it to her. :)

Ashley Steele

Character Sketch

Fall 2009

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I can’t say the day started off completely horrible; in all honesty it had been pretty good. School was fine, I saw all of my friends, I was a little cold from just having swimming but all together the walk from the front doors of the rusty colored brick school was cheery and full of strong hugs from friends. Surprised to see my mothers white commaro convertible, it was cleaner that usual and blended in perfectly with the white “heart blatt” sticker she had on the bumper. Tired and eager to get home and fall asleep in my queen sized bed full of fluffy pillows and my favorite bear, which I named Mr. fuzzy-bear, I hurried the last three feet to the vanilla air freshener scented car.

After getting completely settled in with my incredibly heavy backpack on the floor in the tiny space by my feet, and the dark grey colored seat belt securely around my waist and upper chest, I asked my mom why my grandma hadn’t picked me up. I live with my grandma; my mom is usually the one to do the running back and forth to and from school, but today was a day that my grandma and I were supposed to go shoe shopping for homecoming.

My mom had her dark chocolate colored hair pulled back into a messy bun, her fake tan took over her pale complexion, and she was darker in skin tone than I was which was unusual. Her name suites her well, Amber Autumn; although it’s a name I could imagine a gentleman’s club dancer to have. People have often mistaken her for my older sister, my mom’s young to have a fifteen-year-old daughter but she looks younger. The only make up she was wearing was the black mascara on her upper eyelashes. Her icy blue eyes said everything at once I realized then that things weren’t going to go as planned.

“Well after you and I got off the phone today I called grandma,” she started off in an abnormally apologetic voice. “I talked to her and came to the conclusion that she’s completely evil, you’re going to live with me again, there’s no need for her to fuck you up like she did the rest of us.” us meaning my mother and her four siblings.

“Wait,” I said completely astonished, at this point, I was used to the language I expected it but me moving in with her? I had to gather my thoughts. I looked out the illegal limo tint of our car window to see my friends acting completely normal, unknowing what I was bracing myself for.

“You got me kicked out didn’t you?”

“Something along the lines of that.” She replied as if it was no big deal. “I’ve decided that grandma isn’t a part of my life anymore. No more Christmas or birthdays for me, I can’t stand to see her face. All she’s ever known how to do is ruin every single one of her kids lives, what a bitch.”

I replied with the first thing I thought.

“But, we were going to get shoes for homecoming. This was going to be my first Westside dance, she’s going to take back my dress! What the hell did you do?” I was stunned, tears welling in my eyes I could barely see the hurt look on her face.

“You’re worried about shoes? I just disowned my mother and you’re worried about shoes. Wow Ashley I thought I knew you better than that. I could buy you as many shoes as you want if a pair of shoes and your stupid dance is all you care about.”

I went silent, we’d been sitting in the same parking spot for far too long and if I was quiet for long enough I knew she’d drive away. The last thing I wanted was to have this conversation in front of my school with my friends all around me unable to help me at this confusing moment. She slowly pulled out of the parking spot and drove into the neighborhood surrounding the building that I had just come from. Once again I stared out the window this time I focused on the houses we were passing, so many of them look like their owners are trying to hard with yard ornaments and fountains, like the dog owner that likes to put clothing on their toy poodle.

After a good 3 minuets of spacing off and thinking of ugly toy poodles and other miniature dogs I thought about what she’d said. I’d probably been a bit selfish but came to the conclusion that she was being just as selfish if not more. If she could just make a phone call and change everything in my life because she felt like it, I could be selfish for wanting my stupid dance and my stupid shoes. I knew my grandparents wouldn’t just kick me out, they don’t have enough fight or anger to do that to me. I knew she’d said something and that they still wanted me to come back.

In all honesty there’s no message behind this story, I couldn’t think of one moral to put in this conclusion. I guess it was just one of the most recent fights I’ve gotten into because of my mom. She took me to my grandparents which made no sense to me what so ever, If I was kicked out I wasn’t going to stay there. Who knows anymore, I talked to my mom that Saturday so she could see me before homecoming and we’ve been fine since. I guess this could be a “people are stupid and shouldn’t be trusted” story if I wanted it to be, but I like the no meaning story idea better.