"Boring. Snoring. Flooring." Sam said in his best whiney voice. "Stop that!" yelled Sarah, "I hate it when you do that ryhming thing!" "I'm BORED!!" Sam yelled back twice as loud. "I've had enough of this." Sarah said as she scrambled out of the kitchen into the T.V. room.
Sam is what Sarah and Iggy call their surprise child. She had him at 42 and it's been shall we say, hell on wheels. She's come really close to hitting him again. That's why she left the room. "CHUCKING, CLUCKING, FUCKING!" Sam screamed standing in front of the T.V.
Sarah, hyperventilating, ran out of the house and got into the Ford and drove shaking to the Rite Aid on the corner and bought a fifth of Jim Beam. There was another long damn line, and only one damn checker. She made it out into the truck, screwed off the cap and said to herself "it's all O.K. it's all O.K."
by Jennifer