Home for Christmas

Well it is Christmas time... nearly 4 weeks off from school, what is there not to be excited about.
See . . . I thought that coming home would help me to forget the past few months: the pain, the disappointment, the anger, and the regrets. Take my mind off things that cannot be changed . . . but there are reminders everywhere i turn.
It's hard to just forget the past: and someone who has been a big part of it for over 3 years.
Pictures, memorabilia, letters . . . why?

We shared so much . . . i can't just forget it all.(can i?)

~i wish i was the destroying type~

A time to kill & A time to heal

I am not obsessed... i'm suffering from a sort of plague, or a haunting. It makes no difference what i may do, or where i may go: there is no escape. The constant jerking on my heart strings confine my memory to what i've been deprived. It had been placed arrogantly in front of me, enticing me onward, whispering for me to "grab it, take it, it's yours..."
but it lied.
And it is this memory that haunts me, day and night.
It is not out of obsession that my writing continues to reflect such anguish.
This is the healing process of a young, deceived girl, previously ignorant of the worlds cruelty, now slowly shedding the naive beliefs that once ruled her thoughts and actions.

~drugs can only aid to a certain extent~

Writing a Letter

To whom it may concern,

Scarred by your words
marked by your touch
no means of escape
no chance to ignore
like a part of me
you will not fade

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
[you] probably wouldn’t if [you] could . . .

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
-DC


There's a knife in my heart
where a promise use'ta be
not so long ago
words of assurance
replaced with disdain
with a face of fear and pain

There's a knife in my back
that may never heal
as memories bleed away
a fate cut short
by a second thought
of little and nothing to him


Never again will I hear you
Never again will I miss you
Never again will I fall to you
Never

Never again will I kiss you
Never again will I want to
Never again will I love you
Never
-KC

like a slow killing poison
you paralyze my core
extinguishing from the inside out
nothing remains worthy to save
smothered to nothing i am

your white horse revealed
as an impostor like you
foul, fake, and a fraud
baring nothing of worth
yet i fell for it heart, soul and mind

Sometimes i wonder if things could be different. But wondering and 'ifs' get you nowhere. They are tools of taunting; the making of fools; throwing salt in a pulsating wound.
I hate what you did, no few words can describe, and they haunt me day and night. In my dreams i'm reminded, in the day i recall all that you once said. I took it to heart: a mindless deed i regret. With my heart, with my soul with all that i have, i ache with indescribable pain.


~don't judge a cake by its frosting~

Just Another Girl

Torn down by trust, not so easily gained
I’m just another girl
fallen for the lies of a boy

Broken and scarred, alone and forgotten,
I’m just another girl
used and abandoned

No trace of attendance, no need to recall
I’m just another girl
with erasable footprints


~thus is my fate~

Just Fiction

Luke and Lorelai met eight years ago. And since then, Luke has had a thing for Lorelai, which the entire town knew, but she remained completely oblivious to.

He watched her go from guy to guy: her running away for fear of commitment and ending it due to a certain lacking. No matter how hard she looked, the 'right one' seemed to remain far-too-well hidden. But Luke was always there for her when she was hurt and alone, offering comfort and even sometimes words of advice.

Finally, Luke made his move. And in doing so, Lorelai's eyes were opened: he captured the heart and entire being of Lorelai. He told her "Lorelai, this thing we're doing, i just want you to know, I am all in."

And so it seemed... things were going well, and it was very evident that Lorelai had fallen head-over-heals for the guy who had been right in front of her all along.

But all good things must come to an end. A problem came around, and Luke told Lorelai "I just need some time to figure things out." And so she backed off a bit, wanting so much to talk to him, but respecting his needs. Only days later, however, time was no longer what he needed. Instead, he informed her that he could no longer be in this relationship.

It had come out of left field: it had just been a small complication, something two people in a relationship should be able to overcome. But instead he decided it wasn't worth it.
Her heart broke.

Never before had Lorelai fallen apart over a boy. She disappeared into her house, where her friend later found her in bed, mourning the loss of someone she had believed to be 'the one'. She was devastated and ended up neglecting things that had once been important and even a priority in her life.

Now this would be a sad story if it ended here. But luckily for Luke and Lorelai, it didn't. (other's aren't as fortunate as them)

After a few weeks of Luke's foul mood and violent nature, he received a wake-up call from an unexpected source. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he needed, and he no longer sat around pretending it was not true. He ran to Lorelai's door...
and they got to have their middle.


~some stories are meant to have a Happily Ever After~

Lights? Sirens? Action?

My house mate and i were sitting quietly in our living room this evening: she surfing the net (yet again) and i studying for my History final. Her phone started ringing somewhere in the distance of upstairs and being her distracted, practically-deaf self she didn't hear it, and then didn't run for it until it was too late.

When she got the phone and listened to the message left from a friend, it said "there is a creepy guy hanging out in front of your house, be safe!"

We looked at each other and she ran to lock our door, then we went to the window to see what we could see... there we found an ambulance, parked right in front of the house!! We called room mate number three to join in on the excitement/spying.

There was little to be seen. At least as far as we could tell.
One of the paramedics opened the passenger door, but then disappeared into an alleged side door on the opposite end of the ambulance, facing away from our curious eyes.
so, what did we do? grab our jackets and face the frigid Edmonton winter, of course! And all for the sake of some information...

but none was to be found.

~studying distracts from life~

Reality Uncensored

Wanting him is hard to get.
Loving him is hard to regret.
Losing him is hard to accept.
But with all the hurt I've felt,
Letting go is the most painful yet...


I was happy: happier than i had been in a long time. I felt wanted, needed, important... I, for the first time ever, had something i knew i wanted, something to work towards and planned to one day reach. I felt like i had a purpose.
I had never cared for someone else like that before, it felt so real yet, simultaneously, so far away and unattainable. It was everything people said it would be and more.


Nothing hurts more than realising he meant everything to you,
but you meant nothing to him.


He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds
ps.147:3


Now that it's done i want to move on, to heal, but i don't want to forget the happiness i once felt. I'm discovering that both, concurrently, are impossible. Move on, or remember girl... it's time to choose.


A heart is not a play thing,
A heart is not a toy,
But if you want it broken,
just give it to a boy.


It's hard though, when everything you do and everything you see somehow reminds you of him and times you shared or plans you had. It's like i need to erase my mind completely, to forget how much this meant to me, and how much i believed in it...


~you can't hold on forever~

I'm Not Ok (I Promise)

Today was supposed to be a day to celebrate, to be happy about. Reaching it all in one piece having not run away, but having grown closer.
A day to look forward to what was to come.

I ate your lies right out of the palm of your hand...

There was still so much left to be done, so much left to say. I'm sorry i left it for another day. I shoulda known there would only be so many 'other days' before the end.

dreams are shattered
trust terminated
a world of possibilities
forgotten
there's a whole in my heart
where i wanted you to be
Never
Never again


Falling in love is like falling off a building: it dosen’t hurt till the end.

~what about the Great wall of China~

Like a Fool

And to think that just a few weeks ago i was considering writing a persuasive essay where i would argue the advantages of falling in love. I must have lost my head, forgotten myself, drank something strong!
For the one that once brought me such joy, such warmth such hope has become the cause of all my pain


There Is No Good Reason
I Should Have To Be So Alone
I'm Smothered By This Emptiness
Lord I Wish I Was Made Of Stone
Like I Fool I Lent My Soul To Love
And It Paid Me Back In Change
God Help Me
Am I The Only One Who's Ever Felt This Way?

A Heart That's Worn And Weathered
Would Know Better Than To Fight
But I Wore Mine Like A Weapon
Played Out Love Like A Crime
And It Wrung Me Out And Strung Me Out
And It Hung Years On My Face
God Help Me
Am I The Only One Who's Ever Felt This Way?

Now My Sense Of Humor Needs A Break
I See A Shadow In The Mirror
And She's Laughin' Through Her Tears
One More Smile's All I Can Fake

There Is A Wound Inside Me
And It's Bleeding Like A Flood
There's Times When I See A Light Ahead
Hope Is Not Enough
As Another Night Surrounds Me
And It Pounds Me Like A Wave
God Help Me
Am I The Only One Who's Ever Felt This Way?



~what happened to being your Princess?~

movin' on...

and do you know WHY it came out of left field?!
BECAUSE you told me i had nothing to WORRY ABOUT!

yet another reason to forget the trust thing


Ive sure enjoyed the rain
But Im looking forward to the sun
You have to feel the pain
When you lose the love you gave someone
I thought by now the time
Would take away these lonely tears
I hope youre doing fine all alone,
But where do I go from here cause

Without you Im not okay
And without you
Ive lost my way
My hearts stuck
In second place oh
Without you



~this is going to take a while~

I was diggin' on him but he wasn't on me

I took a chance like you said... and look where it got me.


I was born the day you kissed me
And I died inside the night you left me
But I lived, oh how I lived
While you loved me


you said "have i ever given you a reason not to trust me..."
well, now you have


I'm out here on my own
Feeling lost and all alone
I'm mad that you were gone
All my friends are moving on

I'll miss you forever
I'll miss you always
Good bye is so hard
But I'll say it anyway
The silence after
this disaster
Can't keep my laughter from healing all my pain

Time stands still
Every time
You come to mind
Just like
It did that day
when you chose to walk away


i knew my gut knew more than you, that you were, after all, just a guy...


And it only hurts when I'm breathing
My heart only breaks when it's beating
My dreams only die when I'm dreaming
So, I hold my breath--to forget


I guess i was just being unrealistic and naive; dreams and promises are never meant to come true, only to feed that short-lived happiness.


See me through, see me through
This aching heart has come so far
To be with, see me through
With angel eyes, just look inside
At all this love I never want to lose
See me through


I guess i was right... we weren't on the same page. And now i'll know what it's like for a fear to come true. (i'm never right... why did it have to be THIS time)



I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me

Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life


~i didn't want to lose you~

silence

And the line goes dead...


~they're only words~

With all other choices discarded from my mind I've chosen my cake.

Have you?

Good Bye Suicide

Ah, the extended weekend (aka fall break or Remembrance Day Long Weekend), put in place to relieve some stress and prevent students' suicidel tendencies. Great amounts of work are often piled upon students at this time, all to be accomplished promptly upon returning to school. but doesn't that defeat the purpose?!

As for me, my weekend was blissfully spent, far away from school and pending homework.


A visit to the Canadian Rockies with a special someone was perfected with the glorious coating of sticky, wet snow. We saw wildlife, slipped and slid across the roads, walked in the snow, visited a Chocolatory (is that what is was?), had a picnic in the truck and did donuts through the parking lot and on the side of the highway. Oh, and i mustn't forget the getting stuck in the ditch!
All in all, the mountains turned out to be a spectacular time.

A trip to the movie theatre opened my eyes to something, I look younger than i am!
Upon reaching the counter to pay for my ticket, i was ID-ed! Do I not look 18?! I was kinda shocked, and somewhat insulted. But after thinking about it, i realized that, in a way, it's what i want: to look younger than i am. Not 3 years younger, but i'll survive, and one day i'll be glad of it.


~the weekend's results: my continuing to live and as a younger looking person~

Mom's Kitchen

The door opens to a chilly, disordered entrance; shoes of all shapes and sizes are sprawled across the floor and piled haphazardly beneath the bench, the stained mat askew below the chaos. Hallways branch to the left and right, but the end of the tunnel urges onward, away from the possible locations waiting in alternative directions. An enticingly warm brightness, a light worthy of a heavenly chorus invites you on, only to wrap you in a celestial aroma. Found here is the end of pain, suffering, sadness and hunger, for in the light, you are embraced into the renowned Mom’s Kitchen.

A tin, handpainted sign of red and turquoise displaying the words “Mom’s Diner: Open 24/7” is a welcoming sight. A long, rich, cedar table commands the eating area. With room enough for the family of six, (in addition to the ever constant and unpredictable flow of guests) the table is a promising scene. The ample amount of space and variety and quantity of homemade cooking and baking are constants. For their presence is the one thing never amiss in Mom’s Kitchen.

A favourite time is the anticipation of a holiday, Christmas being the most eventful of all. Beginning the first day of December, the white marble countertops become the atelier of a master, piled high with pans, bowls, spoons, and measuring instruments: the tools of a culinary artist. Dainties are on their way! The persistent spins and clatters of the first class Kitchen Chef Mixer soothe the mind and excite the stomach. The anticipation brought on from Mom’s brewing desserts recalls the footprints of each carefully tasted treat of the past. The flavour is suddenly fresh, as if it had only been moments since its presence on the tongue.

Hours pass, absorbed with diligent work, swift movements and enticing scents which emanate through the house. An outsider’s perspective would be of pure chaos, but Mom knows the exact and perfect placement of every ingredient. Each recipe, having been done countless times in the past, is second nature to her; recipe books are no longer required. The four young children anticipate the end with anxiety, ready to rise at any and all occasion to the task of taste-testing. Never have there been more willing subjects then for such a cause as this: the premature chance of savouring such delicacies entitles extreme boasting privileges.

The dainties, arranged on every available tray, plate and rack, are piled around the kitchen and line the counters and table. The chocolate coating is slowly setting on the Nanaimo bars and brownies; the icing on the sugar cookies is hardening to perfection, and the petite cakes are cooling to the ideal thickness; any sudden movement threatens to upset them.

The end is a celebrated occasion. At last the queen of chefs has a chance to unwind, take a seat and enjoy the work that has taken days to accomplish. The scents of sweets remain in the air and fallen crumbs are strewn under the table. Plates of chewy brownies, sugar cookies that melt in your mouth, chocolate drop cookies, thick, creamy fudge and Nanaimo bars sit on the table, free for all to sample at will; all other batches are stored for another day. The time when the treasure is once again presented before the people is a special one, one worthy only of the finest. And the finest is what they will receive.

4 weeks + 3 days = 1 Month

It seems like yesterday... a day at the zoo, strong arms of constant support, an evening in a skirt; a weekend of pure bliss. That face, those eyes gazing so intently, as if there was nothing more important or captivating, even when the belly dancer entered the scene.

Based on the past, i should be engolfed in fear: hard of breathing, sweaty palms and avoiding all aspects of the relationship... but you know what they say: rules were set to be broken!

Instead of panic, i anticipate what is to come. While i remain cautious in my entering these uncharted territories i'm now driven by somthing new.


~A heart don't forget somethin' like that~

Keith, i look good in your shirt!

And maybe it's a little too early
To know if this is gonna work
All I know is you're sure looking
Good in my shirt
That's right
You look good in my shirt

Today is the day to celebrate! The date of birth of an extraordinary and an exceptionally talented Aussie! The man who has been the main object of my desires since the 22nd of September, is entering a new stage of his life. The 'over the hill' stage, to many means that it's all down hill from here. But to a man, who's had increasing success in his career and recently 'defeated his demons' there is only more greatness to come.

So today, in honour of one of my favourite artists, and a truley remarkable man... hats off and shirts on for Keith Urban :)

~i want to steal your attention like a bad outlaw~

The Four Letter Word

Recently i was informed that falling in love "is a conscious choice."
My first thought was of disappointment! I've always dreamt of one day waking up and realizing that "i'm in love"-- an epiphany!

Then, I thought about it... and i looked up the definition of 'fall'. One dictionary defined it: "move downward, typically rapidly and freely without control"
So would that not suggest that it is an involuntary action (also a quick action, but we can save that thought for later)?! Not something you can control or choose to transpire.

While my informant admitted that you could unconsciously fall in love, he went on to state that it is this kind of love that ends in divorces. "if you can't control falling in love, what's to prevent [you] falling in love [with someone else] once you're married" but in contrast, if you knowingly "invest in someone, and decide that you want to love them, then love will grow"


So maybe, it's a conscious decision, as in you consent to it occurring, but you are unaware of the exact time it will come to pass.
A good, happy medium :)


--SURPRISE yourself--

Progress Report: I am Missing you Today

~Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt; sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's heaven on earth~ Mark Twain



Life is a series of adventures. Some points more exhilarating than others, but in the end it fits together, like a puzzle, forming one great adventure. Sometimes fear holds us back, and when we realize it, we're filled with regret. But, learning from those mistakes, we can use that regret to lead us on with full force.


I laid in bed that night and thought about the day
And how my life is like a roller coaster ride
The ups and downs and crazy turns along the way
It'll throw you off if you don't hold on tight
You can't really smile until you've shed some tears
I could die today or I might live on for years
(Darryl Worley)


Recently a friend of mine I were discussing Blessings in Disguises.

The feeling of Pain that is so intense you feel as if you will never be freed. Like a fat man who's set up his home on your chest; it seems hopeless. But after time, the man decides to move on. You begin to realize that if he hadn't of chosen that time to 'interrupt' your plans, things would have turned out completely different.
His setting up residence on your chest stopped you from following your crazy significant other on an 'adventure' that landed him/her in jail.
or stopped you from taking a job that paid a lot, but not what you wanted to do. And just a few months later another offer presented itself. This time your DREAM job...

bad things happen, it's inevitable, but they happen for a reason... so for now, just be thankful that the man will not stay forever.



~I love this crazy, tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautful life~

*Hint Hint*

Writing 12 papers in 3 months at first just seemed absurd. I looked at my schedule with a knot in the bit of my stomach, knowing that nothing good could come of this arrangement; being the master of procrastination and the closest thing to ADD without ACTUALLY receiving a formal diagnosis, dedication and hard work is hard to come by.

If nothing else, i'm guaranteed to go away from this semester with less sleep and sore but fit fingers.

Life continues to flip flop, zigzag and spin out of control.
Upon returning from Thanksgiving with family #2, one of my Best Friends announced her engagement! Actually, it was less of an announcement and more of a *squeal* and *smack* (me jumping on her and falling to the ground). None-the-less, there are now 3 wedding magazines scattered throughout our apartment!
The topic of colours, dresses, guests and food seem to materialize out of the most boring conversations. Readings and papers are forgotten for discussions on the Perfect Date (which is no help in the extensive-amount-of-papers department)

~It is no question how our house got the name The Asylum~

Welcome to the Truth

So much to be said... but no way to voice it. I guess it is times like this when you discover who or what you really are.

A writer is someone who is able to articulate their feelings, no matter the situation or circumstances. Then there are the dreamers and wannabes trying to deceive the world into believing that they are authentic.
But in the end they fail.

It is a reality to many. Some are in denial to the truth... but others slowly and surely work their way to this realization. They live on... for they have no other choice.

Everyone has a gift- even if they are not yet aware of it.


~live; laugh; love- SMILE~

Time to Open our eyes- lets Move

(now i don't mean to sound preachy or judgmental- they are just some thoughts, and it's as much for me as you [if not more])

‘People aren’t confused by the Gospel, they are confused by us.
Jesus is the only way to God, but we are not the only way to Jesus.
This world does not need my tie, my hoodie, my denomination or my translation of the Bible.- They need Jesus.
We can be passionate about what we believe but we can’t strap ourselves to the Gospel, cause we’re slowing it down.
Jesus IS going to save the world, but maybe the best thing we can do is just get out of the way...’
- “What this World Needs”, Casting Crowns

The other day I was ‘studying’ and listening to the new Casting Crowns album: The Alter and the Door.
The song “What this World Needs” came on. I stopped, and re-winded (is it still called that when it’s all on the computer?) and re-listened to it.
It kinda hit home with me. Two parts especially.

(1) “This world does not need... my denomination”: Lately I have found that people put FAR too much emphasis and importance on their denomination. But aren’t we all serving the same God, aren’t we all set free by the same Saviour- Jesus?
Sure we may be pleased with how our church serves our needs, but isn’t the church the people, and isn’t the point of the church to serve others, not for it to serve us...

(2) “... they are confused by us”: Is it not our responsibility and our desire as Christians to strive to imitate Jesus. (Eph. 5:1) Should not all our actions and words be in love. Should we not be accepting, and understanding, ready to share what God has done for us with those who are lost and seeking answers.

In 1 Peter 3:15 Peter says “... Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect”
We are different. We have a purpose in our life- to Glorify God in all we do. Can we share that without pushing, judging of bring hypocrites?
As Christians, we have been chosen from this world, we do not serve the gods they serve, but instead we serve the One True God.
1 John 2:15-16 says
“Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For everything in the world-the cravings of sinful man, the lust of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does-comes not from the Father but from the world.”
This means we should not participate in the those worldly activities the world has come to worship.
The lessons we preach should be seen in our actions. “You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?”
Now, i know we aren’t perfect, we are far from it for “we have all sinned and fall short of the Glory of God”. But can’t we try, can’t we have something to strive for... shouldn't we all have a mission...

~i want to set an example~

i Feel a Change in the Wind, says i!

Oh the joys of making life decisions. Knowing that whatever is decided will affect the remainder of your life indefinitely. ah :| !


I was never good at making my own decisions. Up until 9th grade, my best friend would analyze the situation for me then [forcefully] guide me in the direction she saw best suited for me. Basically i had no backbone. But i didn't mind. Life was much simpler when all i had to worry about was whether or not my alarm would wake me in the morning (though if it failed to do so, my mother would always finish off the job).

Things have changed a bit since then. I no longer live with my mother, so more is resting on my ability to properly set an alarm clock; I've learned to make some changes in my life without the constant opinions of others influencing each step; the choices i am now faced with seem so much more crucial then the ones i once faced in elementary and high school.

Basically i feel as if i'm standing on the ledge of a cliff, staring down into the unknown...


~perhaps i should invest in one of those 'crazy eight balls', they always have an answer to your questions!~

Alberta Bound

A summer of whims. These and thats, losts and founds, pains and healings.
What more could one want or ask for.

Friends reunited, 'friends' torn apart, continuing the vicious circle of life. Each day a new day; lessons to be learned, truths to be discovered.

A summer of surprises and awakenings. Nothing following the road laid down in dreams and plans. Paths of all shapes and sizes jet out of the road, some detouring at such colossal distances from the original, it seems impossible to trace.

Omitting once vital pieces of the past and accepting some holes may never be replenished.
Simultaneously discovering new bits, keen to be explored. Captivating each atom with curiosity of a faceless power.

New wonders await 'round the approaching bend, cautious, yet eager. Remembering days gone, but dwelling not upon them.

Willing and waiting for revisions of the past. Arms open to change. While fear continues to grip hard at the edges, something stronger lurks inside.


~dancing on the edge of uncertainty~

Petal to the Metal

Part of having my drivers license and living at home is assisting in the chauffeuring of the younger siblings.

One particular evening, when i was complying to the practices of my household, i was driving my sister's non-boyfriend home. His home is situated in the country reached only by a number of long, back, dirt roads.
So off we went, the tunes turned up and voices loud.
We were heading down the last of these roads, rounding one of the final bends, when we met a car.
Now, it is a common tradition to drive down the middle of a dirt road. When we met this other car it just so happened that both of us were practicing the driving-in-the-center-of-the-dirt-road technique. Luckily we both swerved in time and carried on our way.
Once we had recovered from our near fatal experience, we noticed that the truck we passed was "The Salmon Truck".
The Salmon Truck is practically a celebrity in our family. Every time we pass it on the street someone yells out "the salmon truck!". It also happens to be my sister's non-boyfriend's truck.
"there goes my mom to pick me up" the non-boyfriend stated from the back seat.
"should we stop her?"
"i guess so"

and thence commenced our car chase.

We turned around as quickly as possible, but "The Salmon Truck" was already out of sight. So back around the twists and turns we raced, gaining speed incessantly. Finally "The Salmon Truck" came into view. Pressing down hard on to the gas, the space between us quickly closed. It was decided that the waving through the windshield, which we had been doing for the last couple of kilometers, was futile and so we switched to honking the horn.

We were getting close to town now and non-boyfriend's mother had still failed to notice us, despite our enthusiastic honking.
We finally reached the traffic lights marking the town boarders. We pulled into the left-hand turning lane and rolled down our window, she followed suit.
"we have him in the back" we called to her.
"oh" she looked into the back seat of our SUV, "i thought you'd drop him off at home"


~boy's will do anything for a car chase~