voice, body, and attitude to get what she wanted.
There was a reason she wore a short mini skirt to show off her long legs when she showcased her work at an art show. When I say short, you could nearly see the no panties she had on. And of course, her golden barbie hair that smelled like baby powder had every man wrapped around her finger. She told me she gave me her hazel eyes for a reason, and that reason always had me in trouble.
I secretly pulled out my cell phone as Derek and Mama blushed over the big news that she would be on reality TV. By morning, Mama would be the talk of our small town, Riverbed; centered in the middle of California. We sometimes got mistaken for southerners lost at sea. But, we liked to think of us as population two thousand slowly heading to population zero. We had a sense of humor, or we liked to fake it. Especially, when one of our own was killed recently.
Mama came into my bedroom and grunted. She tried many times to tare off all the glamor shots of Elizabeth Taylor and other hot shots from the past to replace with what she claimed was art. Art to her was paint thrown against foil, sprayed with water, and dipped into dog poop—well, that was what it looked like to me.
“Well, my taxi is here,” she said as she held my baby sister Lola to my face. “Give your sister a big kiss.”
I kissed my baby sister, and rolled my eyes. “You always like leaving me alone.”
Mama groaned and through her head back in annoyance. “Leanna, this is my big shot. I’m doing this for you and your sister. If I win this show, I get one-hundred thousand dollars and a contract. That will pay for your college and a new car.”
I perked up, “A car?”
“Yes, any car and if you're lucky I can get you a purple car,” she smiled. “I'll email you all the details about this show as soon as I find out. I won't be able to sleep if I know you don't support me.”
“I love and support you.”
“I also said I would pay for your college.”
“Selective listening, mom... selective listening ,” I smiled.
She walked to the doorway, “Okay, well, Derek left. And you have to promise to be the good girl I know you are.”
I ran over to her, leaned in to kiss her soft lips, and hugged her. “I'll be safe and hopefully alive when you get back.”
“That is not funny!” she laughed. “Gosh, you are just like your father. You both have twisted sense of humors.”
With my sister attached to her hip, Mama rushed out the home. Lola was waving frantically as she was strapped in her car-seat. I felt like I was in a movie, where the main character regrets not saying something. But, I said everything that Mama really needed to know—I loved and supported her. Plus, I wanted a purple car.
As the taxi pulled away, my cell phone began to ring. I locked the front door, because that was how our neighbor got killed by leaving it unlocked and then I ran through the halls. It was just a text from another guy.
What are you doing, sugar?
Just as I was ready to text back, my phone rang again.
Baby, come down to the bar.
And again...
I have a bottle of Jack with our name on it.
But, none of the texts were from the one I wanted.
I sat back down on my pillow and wondered why me. Why was I cursed with this...attention? I did not enjoy it, but I secretly loved it.
I’m lonely , I replied back. It seems I only go out when I’m sad.
I turned my phone off and turned my television on. The only thing good on was the local news. I liked watching the local news because they had a smoking hot news journalist, Robert White, who covered the Riverbed murder story.
“...Riverbed is a tiny town, with zero crime rates since this incident. The town is in shock—complete disappointment and they want answers. It's said that a male, dark skinned, long hair, and very slender was killed. Police are not releasing who he was, but the town already knew him very well...”
I turned the television off, thinking about who they said was
There was a reason she wore a short mini skirt to show off her long legs when she showcased her work at an art show. When I say short, you could nearly see the no panties she had on. And of course, her golden barbie hair that smelled like baby powder had every man wrapped around her finger. She told me she gave me her hazel eyes for a reason, and that reason always had me in trouble.
I secretly pulled out my cell phone as Derek and Mama blushed over the big news that she would be on reality TV. By morning, Mama would be the talk of our small town, Riverbed; centered in the middle of California. We sometimes got mistaken for southerners lost at sea. But, we liked to think of us as population two thousand slowly heading to population zero. We had a sense of humor, or we liked to fake it. Especially, when one of our own was killed recently.
Mama came into my bedroom and grunted. She tried many times to tare off all the glamor shots of Elizabeth Taylor and other hot shots from the past to replace with what she claimed was art. Art to her was paint thrown against foil, sprayed with water, and dipped into dog poop—well, that was what it looked like to me.
“Well, my taxi is here,” she said as she held my baby sister Lola to my face. “Give your sister a big kiss.”
I kissed my baby sister, and rolled my eyes. “You always like leaving me alone.”
Mama groaned and through her head back in annoyance. “Leanna, this is my big shot. I’m doing this for you and your sister. If I win this show, I get one-hundred thousand dollars and a contract. That will pay for your college and a new car.”
I perked up, “A car?”
“Yes, any car and if you're lucky I can get you a purple car,” she smiled. “I'll email you all the details about this show as soon as I find out. I won't be able to sleep if I know you don't support me.”
“I love and support you.”
“I also said I would pay for your college.”
“Selective listening, mom... selective listening ,” I smiled.
She walked to the doorway, “Okay, well, Derek left. And you have to promise to be the good girl I know you are.”
I ran over to her, leaned in to kiss her soft lips, and hugged her. “I'll be safe and hopefully alive when you get back.”
“That is not funny!” she laughed. “Gosh, you are just like your father. You both have twisted sense of humors.”
With my sister attached to her hip, Mama rushed out the home. Lola was waving frantically as she was strapped in her car-seat. I felt like I was in a movie, where the main character regrets not saying something. But, I said everything that Mama really needed to know—I loved and supported her. Plus, I wanted a purple car.
As the taxi pulled away, my cell phone began to ring. I locked the front door, because that was how our neighbor got killed by leaving it unlocked and then I ran through the halls. It was just a text from another guy.
What are you doing, sugar?
Just as I was ready to text back, my phone rang again.
Baby, come down to the bar.
And again...
I have a bottle of Jack with our name on it.
But, none of the texts were from the one I wanted.
I sat back down on my pillow and wondered why me. Why was I cursed with this...attention? I did not enjoy it, but I secretly loved it.
I’m lonely , I replied back. It seems I only go out when I’m sad.
I turned my phone off and turned my television on. The only thing good on was the local news. I liked watching the local news because they had a smoking hot news journalist, Robert White, who covered the Riverbed murder story.
“...Riverbed is a tiny town, with zero crime rates since this incident. The town is in shock—complete disappointment and they want answers. It's said that a male, dark skinned, long hair, and very slender was killed. Police are not releasing who he was, but the town already knew him very well...”
I turned the television off, thinking about who they said was
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