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Post by siempreamorb5 on Mar 20, 2006 3:43:24 GMT -5
Haha i'm the first to post a story
Interlude:
It was 2:46am when I was woken by the constant yelling by my mother Selina and my father Lawrence. My dad was just getting home after being out all night. As I laid on my bed, I decided to put my pillow over my head to drown out the noise. After they spent about five minutes of arguing, everything got quiet. I than removed my pillow off of my head and carefully climbed down from my bed. As I made my way to the door, I slowly opened it and tiptoed through the hallway leading to the stairs. As I was halfway down the stairs, that’s when it happened. My dad had punched my mom in the face causing her to fall to the floor with a bloody nose and a busted lip. I gasped almost screaming at what I saw, but quickly covered my mouth not wanting my dad to notice me. I quickly, but also quietly ran up to my bedroom. I slowly closed my door and locked it. I than slouched down in front of my door, dropped my head in my legs and cried my eyes out until I fell asleep.
That was seven years ago. My name is Camielle Selina Lakia Adams, I am now seventeen years old. That night seven years ago was the first time I’ve ever saw my dad hit my mom, but it sure wasn’t the last. For five years my mother Selina tolerated with my father’s abusive ways. He didn’t always act that way, when I was ten years old he became addicted to heroine. And it ruined my family’s life. My mother once did try leaving, but my father wasn’t accepting it. I remember like it was yesterday, November 23rd 9:42pm. My mother came stomping downstairs with bags in her hands as I sat watching TV in the living room. From behind her, my father was yelling, but she just ignored his words. As she walked over to the door trying to open it. He pulled her by her long black hair that was in a ponytail and threw her to the floor. I immediately jumped up off the couch and ran over to my mom as she grabbed her head in pain. I angrily started cursing out my dad in Spanish, “Usted hijo de a perra!” My father started walking over towards me and he tightly grabbed my arm and threw me against the wall. I went flying across the room in pain. As I got up, I saw my mom struggle as my dad tried grabbing her arms. I knew there was nothing I could do, so I ran into the kitchen grabbing the phone that hung on the wall and dialed 911. About two minutes after I made the call, I ran back into the living room to see my dad drag my mom across the floor by her arms. I ran closer and grabbed his arm as I yelled, “Get off her you bastard!” He just continued pulling my mom not paying me any bit of attention, so I spit in his face. He then let go of my mom’s arm and raised his hand to slap me. Just as he was inches from my face, we heard sirens outside. He slowly put down his hand as his eyes widened and he yelled out, “What the **** did you do!?!” I just stood there looking up at him with an evil half smile on my face, thinking that the police would make everything better. But instead, everything got even worst. My father did the most unpredictable thing in the world. He reached over to the side of his pants, and pulled out a small black hand gun. When I saw that gun, it felt as if everything was going in slow motion. I screeched at the top of my lungs, ‘NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” But it was too late, my father had shot two bullets through my mother’s chest. I fell down to my knees crying as I laid my head on my mom’s stomach, getting her blood all over me. My dad just ran through the front door like a jackass, knowing that the police were out front. As soon as he ran out, the police tackled him to the ground arresting him. The last thing I remembered my mom saying before she died was, “I sorry, I’m so sorry.” She repeatedly kept saying she was sorry as I held her hand crying, “I love you” I managed to stammer out one last time. After about five minutes, the policemen along with paramedics finally walked in with a stretcher and took my mom.
I was fifthteen at that time my mom died. My dad is in jail for eight years for murder, weapon poecession, and drug use. He’s been in for two years now. As for me, I was sent to live with my relatives in Atlanta. They were my aunt Kalissa (My mom’s sister) and uncle James. They also have five kids who’re my cousins. The twins are Kemonte and Kalendria, and the rest are Keyonna, Keyarah, and the youngest Kemar. Before my mom die, we would always leave Brooklyn, New York and visit them over holidays and summer vacations. When I moved in with them, I thought everything would be perfect. Loving family, school, and lots of friends. But now here I am, two years later standing over another dead body crying my eyes out. As I start to think of how it’s all my fault, let me take you back two years ago. May 5th, three weeks before summer.
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Post by DUSTIN'Z MI AMOR KHRISTIN on Mar 20, 2006 3:47:22 GMT -5
BUMPIES GURL
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Post by mookie17 on Mar 20, 2006 21:36:50 GMT -5
o0o0o i'm lovin' dis! BuMp iT
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Post by siempreamorb5 on Apr 2, 2006 14:48:05 GMT -5
CAST (It's not the whole thing. The rest comes later on after Camielle moves to Atlanta) Camielle Adams-14 yrs old.  -Scene Quote- "I told him sorry just like my mom did whenever my dad hit her." Selina Ranierz-Adams-33 yrs old(Camielle's mother)  -Scene Quote- "You'll understand when your older, but right now I don't want you to tell anyone about this. Entienda?" Lawrence Adams-33 yrs old(Camielle's father)  -Scene Quote- "Don't you fu**ing play with me. If that door not unlock when I get back, you better believe that i'm going to bust through that god-da*n window and chock your a$$ out in your sleep." Gabrielle Simmons-14 yrs old(Camielle's best friend)  -Scene Quote- "Jealous? I’m far from being jealous, I just feel sorry for you cause you over here acting all skank to get a guy to like you." Chapter 1: Rain On Me music.yahoo.com/ar-252802-videos--Ashanti
3/05/04
Dear diary,
Well its 3:35 right now and I just getting home from school and as always it was horrible. I got an F in my history class , Leah tripped me right in front of Nathan, I would of knock her a$$ out but the principal was near by and she played like it was an accident. And not to mention that I chocked when Nathan finally talked to me. Gosh I’m such an idiot! He was asking to burrow a pencil and I just stared at like an idiot, then to make matters even worst, I started stuttering. It sounded kind of like, Yyyyyygeeegggggeeeffffff. He was looking at me like I was crazy and said “Okay, I’ll take that as a no.” I’m so glad that today is Friday, hopefully by Monday he’ll forget what happened. Hopefully. Well at least I have my best friend Gabrielle to help me deal with everything. Especially with how hard things are at home with my mom and dad. Ever since that night I saw my dad hit my mom, I don’t even know who he is anymore. I barely talked to him now, but when I do I’m either saying “Get off my mama” or “I hate you.” My mom is constantly telling me that things are going to get better, and that one day daddy’s going to get help. But obviously I know it isn’t true. Well I have to go, I heard a car pull up. It's either my mom or dad. I’m, praying that it’s mama.
Love Always
Camielle Selina Lakia Adams
I closed my purple covered journal and slid it inside of my empty Nike shoebox and slid it under my bed. I hopped up from my bed and ran out my room. When I made it into the living room I was relived to see my mom standing in the doorway wearing he blue nurses’ uniform. But it was obvious she wasn’t relieved to see me. Selina: Camielle? Your home early. Camielle: I rushed home to surprise you. Selina: Well, I’m surprise. Camielle: Did you have a good day at work? Selina: Same old, same old.
Selina said as she took off her work jacket. Selina: So uhhhhh….. Is Lawrence here? Camielle: Not yet. Selina: Oh okay. Well I’m going to take a shower and I’ll be out to cook dinner in a fifthteen minutes. Camielle: That’s okay mom, I’ll do it. Selina: (sighing) Thank you Elle Camielle: It’s no big, I’ll just make us some hamburger helper. Selina: Okay I’m going to take a quick shower and take a nap. Wake me at five okay? Camielle: Got ya.
I slipped off my size eight new balance shoes and threw them in the closet. I flopped down on my bed while dropping my head in my hands as I shook my head back and forth. “How am I going to tell Lawrence I got fired?” I whispered to myself as I could feel my eyes start to burn from the tears that formed in my eyes. “Mama! Here’s the mail!” I heard Camielle yell from the other side of my bedroom door. “I’m…… I’m coming dear.” I stood up from my bed and quickly wipe the tears away from my eyes as I walked towards the door. I opened the door to see a stack of mail in Camielle’s hands, or in other words a stack of bills. “Thanks.” I said before closing the door. I flipped through the envelopes while repeating, “bill, bill, bill, bill.” I sighed as I dropped the bills on the dresser that stood next to my bed. I walked over to my bathroom door thinking that a good bath and a nice nap would relieve all of my stress. * * * * I sat at our small round wooden table as I stared down at the full plate of hamburger helper in front of me. All I could do was sit and listen as my mom and dad scream at each other from their room. My mom told my dad about how she lost her job and he just went off on her. It’s not like he’s never lost a job, ever since he’s started injecting that piece of sh*t in his arm he couldn’t keep a stable mind or a job. Selina: Why am I the one always paying these fu**ing bills, and doing all the da*n cleaning while you get drunk and high with all your god-d**n junky friends?!!!!! Lawrence: Why don’t you keep your skank a$$ out my business and focus on keeping a da*n job!! Selina: Ooo I’m focusing alright! Focusing on getting you out of me and my daughter’s life! Lawrence: You know what? I don’t need this bull &*$%. Lawrence walked away heading out the door. Selina: Where are you going?! Lawrence: None of your fu**ing business that’s where. Leave the doors unlocked so I can get back in tonight. Selina: (Mumbles) I’m not doing sh*t you say. Lawrence turned around and headed back towards Selina. He tightly gripped her hair pulling at her roots as he said. Lawrence: Don’t you fu**ing play with me. If that door not unlock when I get back, you better believe that I’m going to bust through that god-d**n window and chock your a$$ out in your sleep. Lawrence roughly pushed her head as he let go of Selina’s long black hair almost causing her to fall. She turned her head looking down as he opened the door walking out. When he was out the room she looked back up with hatred filling her dark brown eyes. She hated the man that he’d became five years ago. It’s hard for her to even remember a time they’ve ever been a happy couple, or happy family. But still it was hard for her to leave him. Even though after all the hard times they’ve had and all the times he hit her, he was still her husband and father to her child. She never did tell her family about her husband’s alcohol abuse or heroine addiction, only her and Camielle know about all the drama that goes on in their home. Selina knows that if Lawrence was to get help to fight off his addiction that they could be a happy family again. She was determined to stay by her husband’s side and help him through this, even if it did mean getting slapped across the face and arguing everyday. But little did she know that some things are to be left alone and find their own way, and that her fight for love would one day lead to death. |
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Post by mookie17 on Apr 2, 2006 16:25:30 GMT -5
o0o0o BuMp iiT!!
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Post by DUSTIN'Z MI AMOR KHRISTIN on Apr 2, 2006 17:59:16 GMT -5
BUMP IT CAN I BE WITH MY BABY DIZZY.....
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Post by siempreamorb5 on Apr 3, 2006 14:00:40 GMT -5
sure but it'll be a while before he comes in the story
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Post by siempreamorb5 on May 13, 2006 23:48:10 GMT -5
Here's More! Chapter 2: The Trouble With Love Is music.yahoo.com/ar-295638-videos--Kelly-Clarkson * * * *
I laid down on my bed sighing as I could hear the faint bed squeaking coming from my parents bed room. It’s amazing how gullible my mom can be. Just a few minutes ago my dad was slapping his hand across her face and cursing her out. Then when he tells her that he’s sorry and he loves her they start having………just thinking about saying the word makes me want to throw up. I need to get my mind on something else, I thought to myself. I sat up from my small bed that stood in the corner of my room and walked over to my radio. I turned it on and to my surprise B5’s All I Do was on. I smiled to myself while walking back to my bed. I was friends with all the B5 members but I was the closes to Patrick. I met him before they became famous. We were seven at the time and my mom, dad, and I were visiting my relatives down in Atlanta. Patrick and his family lived just down the street from them. And we’ve been friends ever since. I started to think about the last time I saw them which was Spring Break, just a month ago. My aunt and uncle were having a cookout, and everyone was having water balloon fight around the pool. Patrick: Come here Camielle, your next!
Patrick yelled across the yard chasing Camielle as she ran in her two piece yellow bathing suit. When he got close enough, he the launched the water balloon high in air and laughed as it landed on Camielle long dark brown hair.
Camielle: Patrick you big dummy!
Camielle laughed as she pulled what remained left of the balloon out of her hair. She ran over to Patrick, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the pool with her
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Patrick: (GaspingForAir) You…… you real funny.
Camielle: (Laughing )Thanks.
Patrick: But I’m funnier.
Patrick went under the water and pulled on Camielle’s leg bringing her under the water with him. When Camielle finally got back up she wiped the water out her eyes gasping for air.
Camielle: (GaspingForAir) Y…. You wrong….. for that… I wasn’t ready!
Patrick: (Laughing) Come on, let’s go eat.
Patrick and Camielle climbed out the pool and walked over to the grill where her uncle James was cooking.
Patrick: What sup Mr.J? Let me get one of those hot dogs.
James: Here you go Patrick.
Patrick: Thanks.
Patrick grabbed the plate and walked off with Camielle by his side.
Camielle: (Laughing)
Patrick: What’s so funny?
Patrick said with a mouth full of his hot dog.
Camielle: That’s like your 5th hot dog today, surprise you not fat yet.
Camielle joked as she slapped Patrick wet stomach.
Patrick: Well it looked like you could use something to eat. You so skinny, you have to run around in the shower to get
Wet.
Camielle: Okay you want to make jokes huh? Well you so fat when you step on the scale it says to be continued.
Patrick: (Laughing) That was a good one.
Camielle: (Laughing) I know.
Patrick: So when you going back home.
Camielle: (Sighing) In two days.
Patrick: I’m really going miss you.
Camielle: I’m going to miss you too.
Patrick: Can I ask you something?
Camielle: Sure, go head.
Patrick: How come your dad never comes down here anymore? Last time I saw him was on your 9th birthday party.
Camielle got quiet when Patrick asked her that question. She hadn’t thought about her dad since she left New York. And didn’t want to bring back his memories. Right after her ninth birthday party that he set up for her at the six flags in Georgia was the last time that she’d ever been happy around him. Now when ever she’s around she gets chills sent up her spine and her heart starts beating rapidly with fear.
Patrick: Camielle? Helloooo?
Camielle: Huh! Oh sorry, I was just…. Thinking.
Patrick: Oh.
Camielle: Well about my dad, he’s just been real….. busy lately.
Patrick: Oh I understand. Tell him I said hey.
Camielle: Yeah, I’ll do that. * * * * I smiled while thinking about the last time I saw my best friend. I turned to the side of my bed and pulled the string on my lamp. As I laid there in the dark, I closed my eyes and let the sound of the radio flow through my ears. As I drifted off to sleep I started to think what tomorrow would have in store for me. * * * * I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon, pancakes, eggs, and biscuits cooking from the kitchen. My mom must’ve have been in a good mood to be cooking like that. I pulled off the covers and made my way down the creaky wooden stairs and into the kitchen. As I walked in I saw my dad sitting at the table stuffing all of his food into his mouth at and flushing it down with a large glass of orange juice. “Good Morning Camielle.” He said to me as he sloppily wiped his mouth with his hand. “Uhh good… morning.” I said as I sat in the chair across from him not even looking at him. Lawrence: Well I’ll see yall later. Selina turned away from the stove with a plate full of food. Selina: Your... your leaving? Lawrence: Yep. Lawrence said as he slid his chair away from the table and walked over to the refrigerator pulling out a Heineken beer bottle. Selina: But we are you going? Lawrence: Where I f**k*n please! Is that a problem with you?! Lawrence said getting angry that his wife was nagging him so early in the morning. Selina: N…….no… of course not. Selina said as she forced a fake smile on her face. Lawrence twisted off the cap on the beer bottle and poured an escessive amount into his mouth. Selina: Bye sweetie. Lawrence: Mmhhmm. As Lawrence made his way out the door, I once again felt used. Used like a foolish high school girl after sleeping with a guy and than he stops talking to her. I don’t know why I believe Lawrence when ever he tells me that he’s sorry, he’ll never hurt me again, or when he says he loves me. It’s almost been five years and he still says the same thing, and for some reason I believe it every time. I know that this isn’t a healthy relationship, especially for Camielle. She doesn’t really talk much whenever Lawrence is around, I’m afraid of what kind of affect this will have on her. Having her see and hear the fights that me and Lawrence get into day after day. “Mom?” Camielle said snapping me out of my daze. “Yes dear?” “Can I have my breakfast now?” “Oh I’m sorry.” I said realizing that the plates were still in my hands. I sat them on the table and grabbed the newspaper from off the counter. I really needed to find a new job soon. * * * * I flopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote and started my usual Saturday channel surfing. I stopped when I saw that The Fresh Prince was on. I loved that show. Right when it was about to go off, I heard the phone ringing from the kitchen. “I got it!” I yelled as I jumped over the couch running into the kitchen. I pulled the phone from the wall and played with the cord that attached it as I spoke. Camielle: Hello? FemaleVoice: Girl guess what?! Camielle: What Gabby? Gabrielle: Nathan is at my house right now! Camielle: (Screams) Oh my God! Are you serious!? Gabrielle: Yep! He’s here to see my older brother. Camielle: I didn’t even know him and Marcus knew each other. Gabrielle: Well you better hurry up and come before he leaves. Camielle: Alright girl. I slammed the phone down on the hook and ran into my mom’s room. Camielle: Mom can I go to Gabby’s house please please please!!!! Camielle said it so fast that her mom could barely understand. Selina: Hold on, say that again. Slower. Camielle: Can I go to Gabby’s house…… please. Selina: Now that’s better. Of course you can, just be back by noon.
I looked over at the alarm clock on my mom’s dresser, 10:30. I had half an hour to see the secret love of my life. Nathan was one of the most popular and sexiest boy at school. He never notices me though. If he does it when I’m making a complete fool of myself. I know I’m not really his type, he’s used to dating popular rich cheerleaders. And I wasn’t neither. I’m not all that popular, the only friend I have is Gabby. I’m defiantly not rich, and I’m just to shy to be a cheerleader. I have the pretty features, just not the attitude, style or money, the captain once told me. But I didn’t care about known of that, because I know that once Nathan gets to know the real me, he won’t be able to resist.
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