Not a cute, funny, or romantic story-- I think Options

[sbeechan]

Not sure how the story will turn out. Helpful criticisms will be nice.

Prologue:

She was born without a belly button. That was no big deal considering that she has a man- made one. The doctors just sew one on her at birth, a perfect round hole on the middle of her stomach. Her mother called her Button. She didn't look like a button, wasn't cute as a button. She pictured picking at her mother's outtie belly button., her mother who neatly laid in front of her. She would pick and pick at it until it would start to bleed and keep at it until those blood form scabs, until her mother's belly button was nothing more than a pile of bloody crust flakes. Madison felt the strong urge to do so, to pull apart her mother's deceiving clothes, the ultra conservative pin- striped suit that her mother would have never been caught wearing, and to pick at the belly button. But Madison couldn't do anything but look, to look at her mother laying there in the casket. Her mother looked unreal, porcelain. Her face was thickly covered with make up, covering the every imperfection that she had, the dark under eye circles, the baggy eyes, the blemishes, and so on. Madison made a mental note to personally write a thank you note to the make up artist.

"Come on," Madison's brother Jason whispered. He clasped her hand and gently pulled her to him, to the neat rows of fold out chairs. Her heart went out to him; she could sense the strain he was having, to be calm when he was most turbulant.

When they were seated, she let out a small shudder in spite of the warm June weather and he promptly drew her into him, wrapping his long arms around her.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

She nodded at him, but his eyes were too glazed over to notice. Everything seemed surreal but she was fine.

"Are you?" she whispered but he didn't respond back.

Tom, who was seated behind her, was crying. Horrible gasping noises. Madison whipped her head around and shot him a dirty look. He promptly looked towards the ground. He didn't deserve to cry. She was the daughter and she wasn't even crying. The only person who ever loved her mother was Jason and he wasn't crying, as hard as that was for him. So why should Tom make light of the situation with his horrendous rasping sounds? Madison wished that she was seated behind Tom so that she could give his chair a hard kick.

To be continued...

This post has been edited by sbeechan: Nov 11 2006, 11:32 AM

[Mun-Mun]

hm.. that's an interesting start. it's kinda weird but it's pretty good...

[Dark Angel]

is tom their step-brother or something?

[sbeechan]

My story is a bit slow compare to others.
But I think it will be romantic after all. See if you can figure out who Tom is in this part.

Chapter 1:

Madison stretched her 5'2 body, sprawling it across the bed. Sunlight grazed through the blinds settling its warmth on her face, neck and upper torso. The flannel sheets enveloped her in comfort and nurture. The aroma of coffee seeped through the cracks of the door and she smiled pleasantly in return. She thought how good it would be to spend life in bed.

"Guys wake up or you'll be late!" A gruff voice sent a lightening bolt through Madison's thoughts. Madison shivered in the heat and prayed the pounding that just begun would cease. Instead the bangings got louder. 'Bang bang bang!'

"I'm up, I'm up." Madison stifled a yawn and fluttered her long lashes open. Every morning when she open her eyes, she would be hit with a sinking feeling of the Ds-- disappointment, disaster, and doom and today was no different.

The gruff voice spliced the air again. "You only have thirty minutes to get ready."

Before Madison could ask why, she realized the importance of the day. This was the day of humiliation, depression and serious self esteem damage all bundled together in a package called the 'First Day of School.' She wished she could crawl back under her comforter, back to the blissfulness of a brand new day but it was too late. She reluctantly got dressed taking up the thirty minutes and more until Tom called her again. "Hurry up, you're making me late for work!"

Reactively she hurried to the kitchen where Tom was finishing up his cereal.

"You can't eat now, we're running late already." He tapped his index and middle fingers impatiently against the oak table.

"I wasn't planning to anyways, Tom." That wasn't how it was suppose to come out. She meant to say it in a gentle and quiet way not to retort back, voice cracking with spite.

He leaped out of his chair immediately. "You!" He pointed at her. "Call me Mr. Lawrence." At 6'2 and weighing in at 250 pounds, Tom could be intimidating when he wanted to be. This was the time of intimidation and Madison scurried away.

"Where are you going?" he bellowed.

"To say good morning and bye to Jason," she said, her voice returning back to normal-- faint and carefully stated as she walked downstairs to the basement. Tom lived in an old green painted ranch that was in need of serious renovation. The paint was chipping, the windows were cracked and the landscape consisted of dirt and splotches of brown grass and the ranch was not deceively small. Only two small bedrooms, one bathroom and a kitchen/living room was contained in this ranch. Jason got stuck in the musty basement. Madison walked carefully down the planks of wobbly wood called stairs. She imagined going up one step too high or down one step too low. Her foot, leg and thigh would plunder through the holes scraping the outer skin and her groin would come immediately crashing to the plank. Would the plank be able to withold the sudden pressure or would it collapse through giving way to her demise? Madison winced at the thought and took more care at the task at hand.

"Who's there?" Jason's sleepy voice asked as he sat up straight on his futon. "What are you doing, Mad?"

"Morning, I just wanted to say bye before I went to school." She sat on the edge of his bed. Someone is honking the car horn outside. 'Toot toot toot.'

"God, Mad, you look so beautiful." He reached for her and fingered the hem of her yellow dress. 'Tooot tooot toooot.'

Madison smiled broadly and received a kiss from Jason.

"Good luck -- 'tooooot tooooot toooooo'-- on your first day."

"Oh no, that's Tom waiting." She hurriedly ran upstairs, forgetting to be careful, to the tooting Oldsmobile.

She faintly heard Jason saying "impatient d!ck" as she closed the door behind her.

[Dark Angel]

um step-dad? lol step-something!

[Mun-Mun]

um step-dad? lol step-something!

I think he is.. O.O...WAIT WHO'S JASON? Did you say that in the prolouge..? LOL I'm going yo check now..