My writing music, that I listen to when I write...

Breakeven (Falling to Pieces)
Need You Now
Pray For You
Midnight Bottle
Bubbly
I'm Yours (Acoustic]
Beautiful Day
Hey, Soul Sister
Just some of the music that get's me in my writing mood!

Footfriends 2 going on 3

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The series you won't forget!

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Sneak Preview of Karter and Cadence Vol. 1

Karter

            I grimaced at the man who shoved me into the back of the police car. He cuffed one of my hands and then cuffed the other to the bar. The burly police officer grunted as he got into the front of his police car.

            This was my final warning; I was only allowed to have three. So I was most likely going to be sent to a juvenile detention center, unless I get away during court, and they’re stubborn enough to give me one more chance, I highly doubt that though.           

            By the way, my name is Karter, it’s just like Carter but with a ‘k’. My last name is ‘Green’ like the color. Karter Green, it’s an odd name but I’m used to it. My little sister Rosemary is bright with golden curls dangling around her head. Well she’s probably fuming with anger at me, because she has to end up alone with our alcoholic father.

            The police pulled up to the station, and a different man showed up and uncuffed the bar and put it on my other hand. He walked me to the jail cell, unlocked the door and freed me from my cuffs, I wobbled in.

            Ugh, this sucks, what’s going to happen to Rosemary? I hope she’s adopted, it’s better than her living with that drugged up dad, John. He’s not fit to be a parent, look at how I turned out, going to juvie…

            That night was torture, dad didn’t bail me out, and he was probably drugged up at a bar, while Rosemary was home alone. I had to pee in a toilet, in front of the sleeping police officers, which was really awkward.

            I have to get out of here, and save Rosemary from being adopted or something worse. She is not going to be hurt because of me. Not this time…

            My mom left us when I was just 12; she had started drinking, smoking, chewing tobacco, and basically got stuck in the wrong crowd.

            We tried to help her, but only managed to get her in rehab. When we found her she was disgusting with black around her eyes, yellow teeth, skinny, and with dirty frizzed hair.          She was wearing a tank top, and mud splattered jeans, she was scraped up.

            Her almond chocolate eyes did not look the same. She was horrible, she was not my mother anymore. Rosemary was only two, and didn’t have a clue about what was going on.

            And I have never seen her since. My mom wasn’t always that bad though, she was caring, loving, and supporting mother, her name was Trinity Grace.

            THAT MORNING… I woke up sprawled along the jail cell matt, they gave me cold eggs for breakfast.

            You probably wondering how I got in this mess, I was arrested for robbing a grocery store because Dad doesn’t make much money selling cars. I didn’t go in there and shout, “Give me the money!” or anything like that. I just found one of those Malt-O-Meal bags of cereal that could last for a month or so. And then I rushed out of there, security ran after me, they didn’t notice me at first.

            Then somebody called the cops, and the popo showed up and grabbed me, and that’s how my story starts.

            In the jail cell I lie thinking about life, how would Rosemary feel? She’ll hate me I bet, she’ll wish I was gone, or worse. Maybe she’ll forgive me, once in a blue moon, but I’ve been in this situation before. I’ve stole better things than a bag of cereal, I’ve stolen a dog for Rosemary to play with, and I’ve stolen many things, all of them for Rosemary.

            And this was my last chance, if I hadn’t of stole that cereal, I would still be in this situation again, very soon.

            Then I heard footsteps and poked my head up to see a police officer with my father, the officer pulled the bars open, and dad said, “Come on, Karter.”

            I solemnly walked out and grimaced at the police officer, dad walked me out. We got in his old Toyota truck.

            “Boy, why’d you do this? It was your last chance.” Dad asked.

            “I know, we didn’t have much food left, and Rosemary was hungry.” I said.

            “We’re all hungry here and it’s something we’ll have to live with until some blessing comes upon us.” Dad said.

            “There you go once again, you always say that a blessing is coming for us, but it’s not coming! We’re still hungry, and momma is still hurting inside because of that! No blessing is ever coming, for us!” I argued.

            “Karter, you have to have faith, that finally something good will happen to us. We’re family!” he snapped back.          

            Then something tragic happened, a blue Mercedes car went passed the red light, and my dad was still yelling at me. I screamed, but he didn’t notice.

            Our Toyota collided with the Mercedes, it was a collage and everything flashed. I didn’t see any of my surroundings, the air bag burst out, and I fended for myself and put my left arm in front of me. The seatbelt clutched me tight, I could only glimpse over and take a mere glance at my father while he yelled, “Be strong!” he screamed.

            Then something beyond weird happened, he went into a trance and looked at my eyes, his eyes had turned purple and then the abnormal dad spoke, “Bad things are going to happen, you must protect a girl named Cecilia Tucker!” then that piece of dad blanked out and I passed out.

WHEN I AWOKE… I woke up with a pain in my left arm; I looked down and saw that it was bleeding badly. I forced my eyes to look at my father.

            He was slumped over, a glass shard was sticking out of his head. “Dad.” I whispered.

            It was too late, he was gone, and no blessing ever came before he died. I struggled out of the side door, and I heard everything that was going on outside. The police cars screamed.

            The ambulance then helped me onto the stretcher, and put an oxygen mask on me, and put me in the ambulance.        

            Before they close the door, I saw one glimpse of my father before they pulled him out, and slid the blanket over his body. I could feel salty tears straggling around my eyelids.

            He was dead. I’m going to Juvie, and Rosemary should be adopted out somewhere.

3 WEEKS LATER… my dad is dead, the people we crashed into are dead, my arm is healed, Rosemary is going to live with our mother, who has appeared to be better. I’m trusting Rosemary to take care of her. Even though Rosemary barely know her, it is still good for her to get to know her mom.

            My hearing is today, and I’m probably going to a juvenile detention center, because we don’t have a lawyer, or anyone to state my case. I have no clue what they do in juvie but it doesn’t sound pretty.

            Staying with my mom for the last three weeks has really gotten in my head that she can take care of Rosemary. At least I’m sure she is, if not Rosemary will be okay, hopefully.       

            Mom, and Rosemary wore the best clothes they have, and they have actually started to bond, talking about make-up and girl stuff.

            I didn’t really care to look good, I threw on a grey shirt, and a cool pair of jeans, my lucky necklace dangled. I’ve had my necklace ever since fifth grade, when my uncle died and gave it to me. It was his lucky necklace, and I would be the next to inherit it, and you don’t need luck when you’re dead.

            The hearing was at 9:00 and it was 8:30 right now, we scampered in the van. I sat up front, Rosemary sat in the back. Mom started up the car, and drove fast, my mom likes to drive fast. She’s gotten plenty of tickets before.

            Once we abruptly got there, mom turned off the engine, and before I was about to step out, she said, “Karter”.

            “Yeah mom?”

            “If you don’t make it, and have to go to juvie, I’ll take good care of Rose, and I even got a job. So don’t think bad of me, please?” she asked.

            “Mom, I’ve never thought bad about you, before and I’m not starting now.” I whispered.

            “Thanks sweet heart, I’m sorry about John as well, you must have had nightmares for ages, and probably still do. When you saw him…”she trailed off.

            “Mom, dad was very good to us while you were gone, and it’s a miracle you came back when he died in the accident.”

            “You better not go to juvie, I love you, you know that, son?” she asked.

            “Yes, mom we’ll be late.” I said.

            Rosemary jumped out, and the three of us walked to the hearing.

            In there they talked about all the crimes, I’ve participated, then the judge asked, “Why’d you do this stuff, boy?” he asked.

            “I did it for Rosemary.” I whispered, there were rows of people, and a long line of jury, with their beady eyes staring into my soul.

            “May you clarify who Rosemary is?” he asked.

            “My little sister.” I croaked.
            “So you stole for your little sister??” he asked.

            “Yes, I did.” I choked.

            “So, I say he’s guilty and will go to juvenile detention center, for a year to get his act together. Though the jury will leave and decide his future.” The judge said.

            Rosemary whispered to me when I finally sat down, I noticed she was in tears, “They’re not going to take you away from me, are they?” she asked.

            “I think they are, but you have to be strong, and brave while I’m gone for the year, I’ll be back to take care of you.”

            “They can’t take you away!!” she cried.

            “Rose, settle down, the year will flash before your eyes, I promise.” I tried to cheer her up but she was losing it, nothing I could say would make her feel better. Her big brother will be gone for a whole year, if I were in her footsteps I would be mad too.

            “Karter, I love you!” she reached and gave me a bear hug, as tears danced down her face.

            When the jury showed up and said yes, the whole incident, when Rose screamed and cried, and mom holding her down, flashed before my eyes, and a strange man cuffed my hands and tore me away.

            That whole incident was all a blur, I couldn’t understand what was going on, and then I was out of the room, Rose was gone from my site, and everything was black, completely pitch black.

Cadence

       Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow~ William Shakespeare, quoted in Macbeth, and that’s how it feels, the day’s in on you to make every day look like tomorrow.

            It’s as if you’ve lost your will to go on, in this miserable world, I call hell on earth, it was just 3 weeks ago, when my aunt had a dreadful car accident. She murdered a man, and hurt a teenage boy. They couldn’t sew because she had lost her life in the process, what a horrible way to die.

            It’s not worse than laughing for 25 minutes straight, and then your heart gives out, but still it sucks. Cause’ then you never see it coming, your life flashes and you see the grim face of the person that mistakenly had taken your life.

            And then you die a solemn death. I guess I’m a little too paranoid with death, my name is Cadence’, it’s French. I’m not French though, my mother and father love to visit France, on our private jet plane.

            Forgot to mention my family is rich, I don’t like to talk about it like that because people will just take advantage of you, and it doesn’t feel good.

And I’m grounded from the jet plane, because I made a D+ in Geometry. So now I have to ride in a dumb airplane, loaded with kids that kick the backs of your seats.

            And weird stalkers, that occasionally try to talk to you. Cut that, I watch too many movies, mom says that the security is too high and creeps can’t get on.

            Anyways, I have to be gone a whole week away from my friends, to go the Cancun, Mexico for her funeral.

            I slid on my yellow sun dress, and a pair of black sun glasses, and a white sun hat. I live in North Carolina, which isn’t that far from Cancun to my knowledge (I got a C- in Social Studies!)

             I carried out my bags and waited for mom to get her hair ready, then she came in, “Cadence’! Good your packed, Archie is going to drive you to the airport.” She cheered and I sighed.

“Honey, I’m sorry but you have to raise up your grades so you can earn the jet plane privileges.”She scolded.

“Sure mother, I’m just so sad Auntie Beatrice died.” I moaned.

“Her name is Jesse, now go and get in the limo.” She sighed and shooed me out of the mansion.

Archie was waiting with my door opened, Archie is my favorite limo driver. He always helps me get out of trouble when mom is mad at me by saying that it was his fault. But mother loves Archie as well, so she’ll let him slide, father really doesn’t care. Dad is the one mom comes begging to when I’m acting badly, and Dad will say “You know you’re going to give your mother a heart attack if you don’t stop.” Then we’d laugh and watch rugby.

When I was settled in the limo and we began driving, Archie asked, “What did you do this time?”

“Nothing big, I just got a D+ in Geometry, so it’s better than the F’s I usually get.” I laughed.

            “Yeah to me you’ve improved, a D+ is a cause to celebrate!” Archie roared and we both pretended to make fake toasts to each other. This is a very bad idea, since he’s driving.

            After the long ride of laughing with Archie, we finally approached the airport, and Archie came out and gave me a hug telling me to be safe and to come back soon. I slipped my black sun glassed on, and dragged my luggage to the airport, when I was inside my flight number 143 was on a sign pointing up the elevator.

            I glided up the elevator and looked around, I saw a young girl, either 12 or 13 sitting by herself and a albino man who sat straight up. He was laughing with another heavyset dude with short black hair. There were many people waiting, and it looked like the line to get in was empty.

            I came and she asked for my ticket and passport, they checked by luggage, and everything in there was okay. I then trotted over to the girl, and plopped down next to her, while my luggage was put with the other stuff, all I brought was my purse with an iPod touch in it, and some other girl stuff.

            “Hey.” I said, and noticed she was reading, she marked her spot and looked up at me.

            “Hello? My mom told me not to talk to strangers.” She snarled.

            “Well that’s what my mom tells me, but it was her fault to let me go on this plane alone, so she should have known I have a higher chance of associating with strangers. And plus their not strangers if you know who they are!” I chuckled.

            “Ok then, what’s your name?” she asked.

            “Cadence, it’s French meaning rhythm or flow.” I informed her.

            “Mines Hali and I don’t know what it means.” She croaked.

            “That’s a cool name,” the lady with the microphone cut me off.

            “The plane is ready, please get up and go through the double doors, after they open.” The lady announced. And then after a while they opened, and Hali and I jumped up and headed out.

            Hali left me to go to her seat, as I looked for my own seat, along the aisles…