just an idea that came to me, like all of my stories, lol. enjoy, and plz review if you can! it's kind of short, so yea. oh, and, btw, i'm not so happy with the title, so if you have any ideas me know, it'd be a great help thanxx
Prologue
Being that our parents always dreamed of having a huge family, there were a lot of people in our house. By the time I was born, one of the middle children, there were already seven guys and eight girls. Our parents worked hard to keep us all fed and educated, but despite all the stress, they were pretty happy people. My dad was a lawyer for people convicted of being too “free-spirited” and doing stuff like streak runs and painting disturbing pictures in the middle of Times Square, stuff like that, and he was also a gay rights ambassador. Of course, behind that hippie-like façade, he was also a crossword puzzle freak, and every Saturday, no matter what the weather was like, he would coop up in the living room, on our extremely plush, cream-colored leather couch that we used for everything, including eating on and, uh, “making bundles of joy” on (as mom and dad happily confessed to, which was completely gross and uncalled for, but just goes to show how loosey-goosey my parents can be⎯and trust me, I don’t use that term easily), and he would work on his huge, fat book of crossword puzzles for hours, lost in his own little world of complicated words and definitions only meant for geniuses like him.
Mom was a former C-list actor on clichéd soap operas where everyone dies in the first five episodes. For some reason, she was sttill basking in her glory, even though her last show had been filmed almost fifteen years ago, when Cass, her third child, was born and mom decided she was done. She still got called in every now and then to do interviews from amateur journalists who couldn’t get their hands on anyone else, and needed someone to practice on. They claimed mom was “charming”, “perfect for her part”, a “great actor” and that she “projected her character with such great skill, and she took pride in her work”. It was also, apparently, “a shame that [she] didn’t persue her career any further than the few soaps she starred in.” When mom heard that, she laughed, sounding young again, saying those reporters had sucked up to her like hell, wanting her to spew a good story about a catfight, or a sneaky lipo-gone-wrong type of thing that had ended her career. Of course, the only thing that had ended her career was herself, and her ability to be selfless even when times called for her to be completely absorbed in herself, like on Mother’s day, or her birthday. She wanted to quit her job and devote all of her time to raising her children, so that’s just what she did.
Mom always had a young look to her, probably because she’d had her first child, Dan, when she was just 20, and her second, Michael, only one short year later when she had just turned 21. She was beautiful in her own small ways, like with her long, flowy, beautiful deep red-but-not-auburn colored hair that stopped at about mid-length down her back. Cassie looked a lot like her. Mom also had a thin body, and small, warm, welcoming, brown eyes. In her glory days, she had been loud, generous and outgoing. Now she was just generous, quiet and mom-like, rarely outgoing anymore. Dad had fallen in love with her free-spiritedness and her outgoing personality when he was eighteen and had chased her all through college until he proposed to her in their last year of college. Maybe that was why, after 20 kids, three car accidents, two semi-homeless nights, and 20 years of marriage, they were getting a divorce.
One word: Ouch. Soooooooooo I love it and will read more. Bye.
