IAmTarynMichelle

Be: 20, woman, American, etc. Do: sing, write, make art, Love: Jesus, equality, spirituality, family

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Breaking Through Snippet #6

That's when I felt guilty. Holding up traffic is not condonable, even if you are having a heat stroke. I mean, people could've had an appointment to go to or were visiting family, trying to beat the traffic rush, but no, I just had to have my cool air. If I hadn't acted like the queen of England, none of this crap would have ever happened. Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Back to the disaster. Am I turning into a princess? I thought. No, I just need to be more considerate of others. The first thing I need to do is think about Grandma's feelings. If I tell her the truth, she'll get scared and call the police. But if I lie, she'll be mad at me for a few minutes and I'll never have to deal with those creeps again. Right? Hey, better not in trouble than safe. “Listen Grandma. There's something very important I have to tell you. When I was in the willow, I...”

“The problem is you had me in the middle of a sticky situation. You said you'd be right back!”

“I know and I'm sorry for that but I, uh--”

“You what?”

“Hold on, just give me a second.”

“GIVE YOU A SECOND?!” She threw her hands in the air which got us another honk. She waved them away. “I think I've given you enough time already, young lady!”

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Breaking Through Snippet #5

He chuckled, “Hehe, I want you, baby. I saw your come-on.”

I stood there in a yeah-right position and rolled my eyes, “Oh, please. That was me pitying some fools lucky to even get a girl to look at them.” My words were confident but on the inside, I was shutting down, ready to go running to Momma. I could actually feel my knees wobbling. One last beep rang in my ears, and I remembered the train.

It was gone. I'd forgotten all about Grandma. She was still waiting, and the cars behind her were honking, and probably steaming mad- at Grandma- and me. The boys tried to grab my arm as I fled, but I was too quick. Lucky for me, they didn't want to blow their cover, so they stayed under the willow tree. Things were all happening so fast. The honking, the gang, Grandma freaking out. It was all in slow-mo, though (awesome triple rhyme, I know), running to the car for safety. It felt like a movie— a very disturbing stalker movie, but a movie nevertheless. As soon as I got in the car, Grandma slammed on the pedal. She didn't even wait for me to close the door.

“Geez, Grandma. What's the problem?” I knew perfectly well what the problem was, but I needed to stall (where was a Snickers bar when you needed one?). If I made up a believable story, she wouldn't be so mad at me.

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This was on a show I started watching on Netflix, the second of several Taiwanese dramas :’)

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Breaking Through Snippet #4

Then it was my turn to smile, “Thanks, I love you.” When I swung open that car door, the breeze almost startled me. I sprinted towards the weeping willow like I'd found a lost love. The minute I reached the shadows of the old tree, I heaved out a big breath and breathed in fresh summer air. I took one look at the train and slowly started to close my eyes (not sleeping, just appreciating the cool). After a couple of seconds, my cool seemed to dissolve, like there was something blocking it. As I opened my eyes, my mouth dropped at a double rate. I slid up against the tree in fear, for I was staring at the vicious hooligans surrounding me. There were five, maybe six of them and the guy I'd seen before was apparently the leader because he was wearing a black t-shirt with the words “BlackJax” in white; the others wore black on white. So this tough guy pushed his gang out of the way to see me. He looked me up and down, inexcusably stopping at places he shouldn't. What was I supposed to do? Kick him, punch him. No, that wouldn't work. Even if he did succumb, there'd be the rest of his crew to deal with. I'd just reject them harshly and shove them out of my way. Yeah, that's classy. I started with, “What do you want?”

“Here's an idea: what if I sat under that tree for shade until the train passes?” I wasn't exactly fond of nature, but I was desperate.

“Certainly not. I won't have my granddaughter running all about the place, I just won't have it!”

“But Grandma, please! I'll be real careful and look out for strangers and I'll stay out of that forest.”

“You'll come right back?”

“I promise.”

“Oh, alright. I can't say no to that face.”

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Breaking Through Snippet #3

The dude in front saw me and lowered his eyes to a glare, which sent a chill down my spine. Then he smiled a wicked smile, which disturbed me even more. But it didn't matter, because after a couple of seconds, they were long gone headed the other way.

We were almost home and I was so eager I could have fainted. My house was just past the tracks. “Just a little while, Sweetie,” she patted my thigh. Then we heard the last sound we wanted to hear. Beep! Beep!

“Nooo!!!” I screamed. “We were sooo close!” Let me tell you, this girl almost pulled her hair straight out the roots.

“Honey it's OK. The train will pass.” I looked over and saw green fields with a weeping willow close to the road just blowing in the wind. Wind! While I'm stuck here in this sauna.

“But what if it's a long one?” I replied.

“Then we'll just have to wait,” she smiled. She smiled like all grandmothers do when you can't do anything else. Unfortunately, right then, a smile was not going to help. However, a nice relaxing sit under the shade might.

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Recently found this artist, and this is the only version I could get on here :/