Do We Leave, Or Stay?
Jersy drove her car into the 'parking lot' of her house. It was meant for more
than one car, but since Jersy was the only on living here, only her shitty light
blue car sat in on the cracked pavement. The house was located behind an old
shut-down gas station. The sides were painted dark brown, and the paint was
chipping. One of the windows was boarded up. The stairs creaked loudly, and it
always seemed as if the next step you took would send you plummeting onto the
ground below. Jersy now carefully climbed these stairs, and pulled out her key.
There was really no need for a lock, because if somebody really wanted to get
in, they could. There wasn't very much of value in the house to take. Maybe a
few small pieces of expensive jewelry.
Jersy entered her small neat house and set down her bag. She wandered to her
phone and saw a blinking light on the cheap answering machine. She hit the
button and wandered towards the kitchen while listening.
"BEEP...Jersy, this is Mom, I guess I just missed you or something. Well
anyways, I only called to tell you that a cute little house in the country just
went up for sale. I really think you and Tsara* should move down here. It's much
better than that hell-hole you're living in now. Think about it and call me. I
love you!" The machine clicked off. Jersy sighed. It would be nice to move down
there, but it was so far away. So expensive. This crappy little house was really
not the place to raise a five-year-old. Jersy heard the slow creaking of the
stairs, and then faster creaking. She went and opened the door.
"Tsara Christine Dixon! How many times have I told you not to run up those
stairs? They could break any second!" Tsara stopped quickly.
"Sorry Mommy."
"It's all right. Go in the house." The little girl ran in. She had long brown
hair, and dark blue eyes, just like her mother. "Hey LouAnn. How's your day
been?"
"Hellish," the older, larger woman replied, "The boys have been hyper ALL day."
"Well, let's hope tomorrow's better."
"You're always so positive Jersy. I love that about you. I'll see you."
"Bye."
"Jers?"
"Yeah?"
"Maybe you should move down south with your mom. This really isn't the place
for Tsara to grow up in."
"I know. I've been thinking about that a lot lately. My mom called this
afternoon."
"Just a suggestion. Talk to you later!"
"See ya." LouAnn creaked down the stairs. Jersy went into the house.
*pronounced, 'Sarah'
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