Summary Of ' Lovin ' Free ' Season Ticket On A One Way Ride '

I haven’t been able to sleep for the past month. I hear my door creak and I look at the door. I see someone open the door very slowly before coming in. I look to see Maria tiptoeing into my room. “What are you doing?” I ask “You know your mom would kill me if she saw us.”

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who isn’t inviting me. You are just jealous of my relationship with honda,” she continued.

My mom didn’t yell again, she just gave me a fierce look and stiffly began walking out the school to her car. I followed behind and sat in the car. I was still angry as I took a sip from my water bottle. Without saying one word to each other, my mom started the car and we made our way to Ashley’s school.

“Momma, I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry you're going through this. I’m sorry daddy left. I’m sorry you weren’t able to fulfill your dreams. I’m sorry for not saying sorry sooner and that I love you. Regardless of what you did to me, I forgive you. I pray you can forgive me also.” She kissed her mother on the forehead and gave her a warm, tight hug she only dreamed of. She grabbed her hands. “I won’t allow you to suffer.”

As I awoke on the average school day ready to take on the world. I do my usual morning routine, but I feel as if something isn't right. As I head downstairs I see my mother sitting on the couch crying and my father comforting her. I ask my father “What’s wrong with mom?” and I get confronted

“Yeah, I know. He told me to bring the people I trust the most. I’ll be there, don’t worry.”

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

My mom had been going to school in Virginia and staying at my Aunt Ana’s house. She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit

After swapping spit with Shay, I got up and collected a few of my things to take over to the new house. When my bag was packed, I cut the light off in the bedroom and waited for Shay to make us both a drink before we headed out the door. Before I buckled up in the van, I took my cell phone out of my purse and dialed my mother’s cell phone number. When she answered, I asked, “Are you home?” “Yeah, are you coming over?” “Yes ma’am, I am. I was just making sure that someone was home.” “We’re all here, I’m cooking now because I may go to the bingo hall, but Lester and Imani will be here.”

It was the day of Allie’s funeral and I wasn’t going. I mean I would’ve, it’s not like I wasn’t invited and all, but I was just in the hospital. I had broken my hand when I smashed all those stupid windows in the garage. But none of that matters anyway, Allie was dead and he was never coming back. Mom had come in to my room this morning all dressed in black and she just held on to me and started crying. She said, “It’ll get better before you know it Holden”. I just smiled and let her hold me, but I knew she was lying. I hated her a little for saying that. She and I both knew it would take a long time before anything got better. After letting go of me and wiping her face with a tissue

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

I got up that morning getting ready for school, went downstairs and gave her a kiss before I left. The whole day I wanted to go home just to be with my puppy, and then I got a call from my mom. “Raina, you need to get your sister and come home,” Mom said. “Why?” I replied. “Lexie is not doing good so we need to take her to the vet, and end her suffering,” Mom said in a sad voice.

“Wow, time flies when you are having fun.” She looks at me and says, “Well I guess this is goodbye for now.” “I could never say goodbye to you” I say. Her eyes are glossy for moment, but she does something unexpected. She brushes her lips faintly on my cheek. I caress her face and rub the tears from her eyes. “I will see you sometime tomorrow.” “Okay,” she says. I walk to my mother and I kiss her goodnight. She glances at me and says, “Goodnight son.” I lie in bed tossing and turning because I do not feel at peace without her. After an hour of no sleep, I finally was able to shut my eyes and

“Ummmmmm, I remember sleeping in my room. And I, uh guess I, uh might have sleepwalked in here because I am not ummm used to sleeping in different rooms yet? I imagine I tried to climb into Morgan’s bed when, uh I think she woke up and tackled me. That woke me up.” My mom looked at her, not sure of what to say. She shrugged and let Sofia go to school. As she ran towards her backpack, she smirked at me. I am fuming, she is such a liar! That’s IT. I stood up and yelled at the top of my lungs. I ran at Sofia and chased her around the house. “See Mama! Morgan’s trying to do it again!” Then she ran out to go to school. I am now left alone with my mom. How much worse could this get? Apparently my yelling made her even angrier. I didn 't fully listen to a thing she talked about. She said something about me tackling my sister, sharing my room and waking her up, so my punishment is no phone or YouTube for a week. I was astonished. My mom knew how important YouTube is to me. And no phone? How else would I do anything? Anyway, she kept lecturing me until 8:32, I was tardy 30 minutes. Why am I not surprised? I quickly packed my backpack, ran to school, climbed over the fence, and got to class. I casually walked into, got my stuff and headed to U.A. and S.T. which was also a nightmare, as usual.