Third Comes The Braids Short Story

The only time I remember vividly was the car ride home. Slowly driving, my mom being

Picking up my head followed by my body, I reach over my bed to get my phone. Turning my phone on, I hear my mom scream up to me, “Sofia you need to get into the shower now!” Hopping out of my bed my sister comes racing out of her room storming down the stairs. Not knowing what her problem was nor caring, I grab a towel from the closet, place it onto the rack and get into the shower. After singing like a total freak in the shower, I calmly pick up my phone looking at the time not noticing it was already 7:00 and check my social media for a good ten minutes. Finally realizing I was running late, I quickly blow dry my hair and throw whatever clothes on that I see. I grab my shoes, book bag and sprint directly to the door. I say goodbye to my parents and both my dogs, Torino and Gus, which I never normally do that, but I just did that day for some reason.

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

“After the shopping trip fiasco, my mom decided she wanted to learn to paint and ended up trying to purchase an entire art supply store over the phone. When my dad forced her to hang up, she went into a rage so fierce she pulled a knife on him. She kicked and screamed and yelled at him, called him the worst names I had ever heard, until she was crying on the floor again. Dad put her into the hospital after that.”

It was tough trying to handle parents who were always drunk, always violent, always complaining that they could not afford to buy my siblings and me food when every night they would come home with two new bottles. Every night had the same ending. My mom crying for help as my father showed the true demons that hide beneath his aging flesh. I wished many times to die, cried myself to sleep almost every night, and tried my best to keep a face that did not reveal how I truly felt.

Started off with me having to move back to Indiana. First, my mom was nowhere to be found, so I wasn’t able to say good bye and that I loved her. I really wanted to be able to hug her one last time. She did the same thing when I was a kid. It made me feel unwanted all over again, so I got on the bus with nothing but 3 bags and no money.

One early morning I was getting ready for school because me and my nana had to take my papa to the big truck. I got in the truck so we could take my papa to the big truck and I fell asleep on the door and had no seatbelt on. So then my nana had to get the pepis out of the side of the truck I was on and she opened the door and I fell out and hit my head on the concerte. I was crying bad and that meant I was going to be late for school. Then went to aunt’s house so she could check out my head and she told us to go to the hospital douglas so they could check my head and they glued it back told so it would hold and they wrapped it so I could go to school. I did not want to go to school but my mom and nana made go. I went to school

The first one I can recall is, one day I came home from school and I was hungry so I walked into the kitchen and I grabbed the only thing that looked good marshmellows. Sone after that my mother walks in and she goes to the kitchen and she sees that the marshmallows are gone. She ask my father if had moved them or hate them because she needed to use them for pie she was making and I did not want to be in trouble so I hid the bag and I lied to my mother about ever seeing a bag of marshmallows as my father took the blame. The second time I remember not standing up for one of my parents is when I was younger I was supposed to wake my mother up at a certain time and I had forgotten to wake her up and she woke up 30 minutes late and we were late to go pick up my dad from work because his truck was in the

The fourth moment in my life was a very scary moment, it is the time that I got a ring stuck up all the way up in my nose. I was only 8 years old when this incident happened in my life when I was obsessed with the idea of a nose piercing. I thought if my mom could have it, I wanted it too! One night, when my mom was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I wanted to see how a nose ring would look on me so I decided to put it in my house. At that same moment, my mom came out of the bathroom which made me scared and I sniffed the ring all the way up in my nose. For about 10 minutes, I was very scared to tell her because I knew she would get angry. Finally decided to tell her because I couldn’t breathe from my nose and the ring was hurting. We

On a six hour road trip I brought along the girl previously mentioned so I would not have to suffer a long ride of boredom. It was going great but on the way back I had gotten sick with allergies and was so tired. Well I had climbed to the back to lay down with that girl back there, resting my head on her lap. My mother did not like the thought pulling over the car in the middle of the night to make her climb to the front of the car. Having the ride home in a thick cloud of tension.

On saturday my sister came to visit. I couldn’t get close to my nefues because I had the flu. On sunday I got mad because i couldn’t go outside to get and hide eggs. So i just stayed in playing video games. The whole week I had to use a mask, that was really uncomfortable.

An old jazz song was coming from the record player across the room, there was a crick in my neck that was definitely going to bother me all day, my butt was numb from sitting in this wooden chair for hours, and the pages of the book I was reading had gotten crinkled and the spine was most likely warped from me using it as a pillow.

I wake up and immediately start getting ready for concert. Getting ready consists of my mom trying to do a dutch braid while I do my concert makeup. I hear my mom let out a frustrated sigh because the braid won’t stay in. She’s tried about 30 million times. She has sprayed so much hairspray that it’s strangling me in the small room. I stop her and just say I'll do it backstage.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

I got out of school full of joy because it was Friday and we were going camping that evening. My sister picked me up, which was a little weird, but she is 34 and has picked me up from school before. On the way to my house, where my sister would drop me off, I was talking to my niece about her ballet recital that was happening in a couple of days. When we got home, my mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which is really strange since we get out of school at 2:30, and my mom gets off work at 2:00. I walked inside, set all my stuff down, and went to the basement to play with my nephew and niece. A few moments later my sister called us all upstairs, and said “We have to go, Josh is hurt.”