Summary Of ' The ' I Don 't You '

"My mother and I are estranged, have been for years. My father died when I was young," Mary Alice said.

“It’s not fair how she’s dead, she is always with us. Dad was never here before she left.”

She arrives at the school the next day. Amanda didn’t want to get out of the car, but she new it had to be done. “Have a nice day honey.” her mom waves goodbye as she drives away.

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

“I can’t believe it! You never let me do anything. I hate you, and I hate being here!”

I was having my normal conversations with Allie as I usually did when I heard my door creak a little, I turned around to see my father sitting there with a puzzled look on his face and I was lost for words just as he was. “Holden”, he said pausing for a while to gather his thoughts, you do

“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question

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.”

“We were a happy family; all very close. I had a great childhood and I remember my parents were so in love.”

“Bye mommy and daddy, I love you!” said little Charlotte. Right before they left, she ran up to the door and gave them both a big hug. They returned the hug, squeezing her tightly, before walking out into the garage and starting the car. Charlotte looked out the window, watching her parents pull out of the driveway. Little did she know that she would never see her dearest parents ever again.

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.

As Margot was crying, a boy named Taylor came over to comfort her. Taylor felt sorry for Margot because he was the one who came up with the idea to lock her in the closet, but he never knew it would get this bad. “I’m really sorry

When Yollie gets home from running in the pouring rain and her dress getting ruined, her mom asks, “Sweetie, What Happened?”. Yollie replies back saying while sobbing furiously, “We were dancing (sniff) and it started pouring outside and my dress (sniff) got ruined.”. “Let’s go to bed, also, get well mi Amor.”. After they were done with the short conversation, Yollie jumps into her pajamas and gets in bed with her mom by her side and tries to forget what happened. “It’s going to be ok bebe, just forget about it and sleep, ok?”. Mom explained while calming Yollie down.

“I can understand why, but like I said, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” Wow. That went extremely better than expected. I don’t know if mom and dad will feel the same, though. “So are you planning on telling mom and dad, or not yet?” she asks. “I want to tell them. I was thinking, maybe when they get home,” I tell her. “Okay, that sounds good. Better to get it off your chest now, instead of waiting for a while,” she agrees. All right, so that’s the plan. I’m telling them when they get home. “Could you, maybe, come with me when I tell them?” I ask. “Yeah, of course,” she tells me. Okay. Having her down there with me is more comfort than facing them alone. “Thank you,” I say. Just as I say it, I hear the garage door opening. Well. Here goes nothing. Sierra looks at me. “You ready?” she asks. “Honestly, no. But I’m gonna do this, and hope it ends well,” I tell her. She nods her head, walks out of the room, and down the steps. I take a deep breath, and follow her. When I get downstairs, I see mom and dad standing in the living room, looking expectant. “What?’ I ask them. “Sierra said you have something to tell us,” they explain. I look over at her, and she just shrugs. Then, she comes to stand beside me.

After the Homecoming game, the star quarterback, Weston, wants to celebrate after the big win. His best friend told him that he was having a party, so he showered and grabbed some grub from the kitchen. “Wes, where are you going?” his mom asks. “Brandon’s.” Weston responds. “Who’s all going? Will his parents be there? There won’t be alcohol, will there?” asks his mom with a nervous look. “Mother,” Weston yells “You’re so annoying just shut up. I’m leaving.” His mother looks at him, with tears in her eyes. Little did Weston know that those were the last words he will ever tell her. He hops into his gray truck and heads over to Brandon’s. Once he arrives, he sees his girlfriend, Lindsey and walks over to her. Weston explains how annoying his