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.”

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

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

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

“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

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

“Mother stop you’re being very unreasonable.” I say to my mom fuming with anger. “Adelaide, I cannot believe that you would go against everything I’ve been trying to teach you.” I watch as the hot, salty liquid falls down the disappointed cheek of my mom. It leaves behind a trail of tears that glimmers under the sun when she moves her face. “Mother, I love you, but I also love Oliver. I don’t understand why I can’t have both.” The look on her face changes from a disappointed and sad face to an angry, malicious face. “Are my ears deceiving me? You did not just tell me you love that boy.” She watches as the color drains from my face as I realise what I had just admitted to not only her, but also myself. My mother quickly reaches up and wipes

I just wanted to yell at her because she just would listen to me. Anger burned in me like forest fire, smoke escaping through my nostrils. Then my mom called my name, putting out the fire like swift wind. I sped over to the kitchen, and she stood there with a cup of delicious Hot Chocolate in her hands. I reached out with my short and stout fingers, gripping onto the warm cup with the tightest grip that my body can provide.

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

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.

“You know, when you’re not there, people will ask us lots of questions and start to wonder. And what should we say? That our lovely didn’t want to go? Or that she got sick? It’s only one night and you’ll have all the time you want tomorrow. You can sit there and do nothing, but our family members want to talk to you. In two days, it’ll be my last day. You’re a good kid, and you have a great reputation. Not going might make the members wonder and not like you anymore. They might think you as selfish and mean.”

“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

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“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.