Who is this for?

Amy:

I wanted so badly to be a good mother. I worked hard to find the right baby clothes and read the right books. I also read the giving the baby a nice atmosphere would help her development. I worked hard on painting various things to decorate with.

As I was working on my painting I began to feel intense pain! I hoped the baby wasn’t coming, I wasn’t prepared her room wasn’t done yet. Though before I knew it…she was on her way. I ran out the door screaming “I have to get to the hospital.”

After the nurse admitted me in and gave me a room. She looked through my charts and  said “Mrs. Jenson you are definitely in labor.”

I stared at her and said “I could have told you that ten minutes ago, do I get RN added to my name now. Geez..drug me up lady!” I screamed as I felt another contraction.

The nurse shook her head as she checked how the baby was doing. “Mrs. Jenson this is going to be a difficult birth. The baby is suffocating, the cord is wrapped around its neck.”

My body immediately tensed up and I stopped pushing or even moving. I lost my sarcasm and satire as I whispered “Please save her.”

She stared up at me as she hurriedly prepared to do the C- section. “How do you know its a girl, I thought you opted not to know the gender.”

I looked down at my tummy and said “Some things you just know.”

The nurse smiled at me and nodded her head.

20 hours later I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. The doctor told me I probably wouldn’t be able to have any more children. There had been a complication with my surgery, but I didn’t care. She was my miracle baby…I named her Coral.

Walter:

Amy had to stay in the hospital a few days but as soon as she and Coral were out we had a big birthday party for me….and T.J. I was so excited! I couldn’t believe I was twelve.

The first thing I did after I blew out my candles was beg dad for money. I lied to him and told him I needed money for a date. He smiled and said ” Thats my boy.”

I smiled and left the house to run to the mall. I seriously needed a makeover and that is what I did. I went from country bumpkin…

to sleek stud…

I kept my promise. I did go on a date…with Jason Mathers. He was one of the sexiest guys in my math class. I couldn’t stay away from him even if I tried. I know people probably thought dad wouldn’t care that his son was gay, but they didn’t know my dad. He joined the FBI at 28 and was in the army before that. He was a real man’s man and if he knew I’d rather put on lip gloss then lip lock with a girl he’d flip..for now I’d have to lie.

T.J:

I was so excited when I blew out my candles. I kept wishing in my head Please let me be normal.

Though I knew I wasn’t cured. The minute Amy and I went shopping I began to have the urge to steal. I couldn’t help it, the minute Amy turned her back I stole this cute little dress.

I stuffed it in my bag quickly hoping I wouldn’t get caught. As Amy droned on and on about different outfits I could buy…I nodded my head and kept smiling. I stared at Amy and sighed as she pushed Coral’s stroller through the aisles. Amy was so lucky…she was Mom’s favorite, the prodigal child. That’s why mom has chosen her. She didn’t want a screw up like me ruining the legacy. I sighed as I finally picked an outfit and brought it to the register. It was perfect, a cute polo and jeans..it would show Mom I was a regular teen.

She would never suspect I had stolen over 2,000 dollars worth of stuff. My friends and I would hang out by the old warehouse sometimes. We met the coolest people there..one guy even said he was a Master Thief. That sounded so cool.  I told him how much I had stolen he said after High School he could offer me a job. I was so excited, though I tried to play it off and act as if I couldn’t care less.

Sometimes I would go to Grandma Beryl’s house after school. She and Grandpa had moved out when I was 10 years old. They had a beautiful house near the ocean. I loved to sit on their chairs facing the window and just think about life.

I just wished and hoped for the day when I could escape all the pressure of my last name. Our family had been here for 9 generations and held a lot of clout in the Sunset community. It was so annoying, the kids expected me to have the best of everything and if I didn’t I had to deal with the ridicule. My friends had new cars every week and their own room. I had to share a room with Walter and we only had one car. My family didn’t live up to the standards society for them so I did it for us….I had to steal to be cool, to keep up the Jones’ or else my friends wouldn’t like me. This was for my family…or was it simply for me?

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