Fault My Fault

My mom bent down, scooped up a handful of dirt. “Rest peacefully beside your princess, Captain,” she said, tossing the soil into the hole. Then she wrapped her arm around my shoulders and guided me to the car.

We just finished a long day of grocery shopping and driving to errands in a small, sweaty car. With everyone so irritated, a single misinterpretation could cause anyone to explode. At home Maria's shirts were on the floor. She took it personally. “Am I trash to you mom? Do you even love me?” She spat. “Please pretty please can we get that plane? I want it NOW!” Jeff wined. “Come on just once?” I nagged. “Nina and I won't cause any trouble!” “SHUT UP!” Mom huffed, then slammed her bedroom door, with such force that, it queued us silently to our rooms. Cooling down in my room got me thinking of my home work on points of view. That led me to thinking of my mother's point of view on this whole situation. The deeper I looked through her, the more I realized I was wrong. Frantically I ran up to her room , finding it locked I began to cry. I confessed and forgave and poured my thinking out on her door. Then it opened and mom looked at me with wet eyes and let me

“MOM!” I yelled louder and louder noticing the blood on my hands. The man on the left side of the car tried to get the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. At the time I was thinking, “Hey idiot! I’m over here!” I

We plopped into the car seats and got all situated. Mom started the engine, but didn't step on the pedal. Meh, probably getting ready. I looked over at her, and saw silent streams of tears. Not this, no, no, no, no. Not this. Not now. I thought. "Mom…." I trailed off, not wanting to hurt her. She looked at me. "What would your father think of this? If he saw us now?" She fell to another round of torturing, painful, tears. I couldn’t bear it. Yet, all I did was plug in my earbuds and stare out the window.

Just then, I heard the muffled honk of Johnny’s rusted, blue pickup truck. I skipped eagerly down the narrow steps of our paint-chipped white porch, waving a frantic goodbye to my mom.

“That’s fun,” my mom said encouragingly, but she was giving my dad “Be careful, you know he’s fragile” look.

I had no idea who this lady was or what she wanted to do with me, but she was more than convinced I was her daughter. I knew she was wrong because I already had a mom and it most definitely was not her. I looked up to the leg I’d been unconsciously strangling.

“You got into a car accident,” replied Hailey, “the kids are okay don't worry about them but i'm going to get you out.” Mrs.Karen started to get a bit of doubt, as if something went wrong it was all her fault. She breathed heavily. Shaked. Then got the strength to make a quick nod okay. As Mrs.Karen tried to calm down, Hailey wrapped her in a blanket that she had found in her car so the glass would

“I’ll get it!” my mom screamed, while I was upstairs, listening to music in my room. I would usually be outside in my pool or playing soccer, but it was the middle of winter in Michigan. My mom walked over to the door and when she opened it, I heard the door slam back closed.

I threw my books on the bed, but i didn’t see the leather jacket I expected to see, i saw a guacamole colored jacket laying on my bed, i approached the jacket slowly and as I sit down looking at the ugly jacket, I heard my mom yelling up to me “your jacket is in the closet.”

I plopped my homework on my bed and walked into the kitchen where I then announced to my mom that I had come home, because she didn’t notice me walk in the house. “Oh…hello honey.” My mom said, looking surprised and confused, as she looked up at me from the side. Then I realized what she was doing and what it actually meant.

“ What are you doing” my mom said angrily. “Nothing, just walking around” I said trying to sound as calm as possible. “Ok” she said as she started walking away. I know she knew what I was doing but, she let me go. I stayed in my room for the rest of the night I only came out for some food. I packed most of my clothes and shoes and some things that will keep me entertained. I quickly fell asleep to be woken up by my alarm clock greeting me with its annoying tune. “Izzy get up it’s time to go” “ I’m coming mom.” I ran down the stairs with my suitcase and four other bags.

“MOM!” I yelled louder and louder noticing the blood on my hands. The man on the left side of the car tried to get the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. At the time I was thinking, “Hey idiot! I’m over here!” I was

“We’re home!” My Mom exclaimed on her way inside. “Grace?....What’s on the floor?” She said, studying the dark liquid now cold on our living room floor. ”Where are you?....OH NO!” my Mother said, rushing upstairs into my room and discovering me laying on the floor moaning in pain.