Post by grumpypirate on Sept 1, 2007 23:16:21 GMT -5
Ok, this is just a little something I wrote last year for school and found it in my home directores in school. It's basically a short story from Jessica's point of view on Elizabeth and Marty's divorce. I hope you enjoy! Here's the links to the other stories if you haven't read them or want to reread them! 
martycasey.proboards62.com/index.cgi?board=vault&action=display&thread=1143067387
martycasey.proboards62.com/index.cgi?board=vault&action=display&thread=1147646012
martycasey.proboards62.com/index.cgi?board=vault&action=display&thread=1154556361
I can remember when I was five; I lived in Chicago with my seven brothers and sisters. Jack, the oldest, was nineteen, Fulton and Megan were both sixteen, then there was twelve year old Alan, ten year old Jordan, and the eight year old twins, Tyler and Ronnie. Then came the day I was told I had to make the hardest decision of my life. My parents, Elizabeth and Marty Casey were getting a divorce.
No one saw it coming because my parents loved each other more than life itself. I think the reason they did it, was because of Jack. Up until a few days before the divorce, we didn't even know of Jack. You see, when my parents were younger, they had a huge fight and Mom left Dad. What Dad didn't know though, is that Mom was pregnant with Jack. After Jack was born, she put him up for adoption. At the time, she was living with her best friend, Alex Notts, in a small apartment in New York. The two both had small jobs and barley enough money to pay the bills. Having a baby in the house would be devastating, so to Mom's grief and heartache, she gave Jack to a couple named the Boyd's who took him in and cared for him. Later, when Mom and Dad got back together, she never told Dad about Jack. Suddenly, Jack shows up at our door, Dad is fuming, Mom is desolate, and they decide to get a divorce. For some reason, the night they came to the decision stands firmly in my mind. I was suppose to be in bed, but in truth I was hiding on the stairs. Mom was drinking away her sorrows when Dad came storming back into the house. She yelled at him to get out and her lawyer would meet with him tomorrow. I recall running up the stairs and into my room. I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next morning, Mom told us about the divorce and said we could choose whom we wanted to live with. After she left to go meet with her lawyer, us kids had a meeting. We talked about ways to get them back together, and what we should do. In the end, we found that there was no way for us to get them back together so we decided who should live with whom. Jack moved into an apartment in downtown Chicago while Fulton, Tyler, and Ronnie went to live with Dad. The rest, Megan, Alan, and Jordan stayed with Mom. Then it came my turn to decide. I loved them both and didn't want to leave either of them. I asked Megan and Fulton what I should do, but they both told me that it was my decision and no one else could make it for me.
During recess on day at school, I was on my favorite swing when I saw a great flash of light, and then darkness. When I woke up, I was in a small hospital room with lots of flowers, balloons, and stuffed animas surrounding me. I could feel someone's hand grasping mine. I looked over, and there was Mom, crying, with Dad behind her, his hand on her shoulder. The doctors never discovered the cause of my illness or my recovery; they just simply called it a miracle. My Doctor, Dr. Blake, told me I would be able to go home and spend Christmas with my family. So, I was packed up, and taken home Christmas Eve Dad. But that Christmas wasn’t' a happy one. There was still a decision to be made, and I had to make it soon. I can remember that night so clearly in my mind. Mom had asked Dad to stay for the opening of your gifts. He was sitting on the big recliner with Jordan on his lap covered with a blanket, in a chair by the fireplace. Dad was about to get up and leave after all the presents ere opened when Mom stopped him. "Just a moment." She said, before going to her room. She came back and handed something to Dad. " The Divorce Papers." He whispered. "Yes, our divorce papers." Mom said in return. She grabbed the paper and threw them in the fire. "Merry Chirstmas honey." she said. Dad engulfed her in his arms while the rest of us gathered around them.
Mom always told me that almost loosing her baby girl made here realize just how much she missed Daddy. I guess you could say that thanks to me, and unnatural forces, I never had to make what would have been the hardest decision of my life.
martycasey.proboards62.com/index.cgi?board=vault&action=display&thread=1143067387
martycasey.proboards62.com/index.cgi?board=vault&action=display&thread=1147646012
martycasey.proboards62.com/index.cgi?board=vault&action=display&thread=1154556361
I can remember when I was five; I lived in Chicago with my seven brothers and sisters. Jack, the oldest, was nineteen, Fulton and Megan were both sixteen, then there was twelve year old Alan, ten year old Jordan, and the eight year old twins, Tyler and Ronnie. Then came the day I was told I had to make the hardest decision of my life. My parents, Elizabeth and Marty Casey were getting a divorce.
No one saw it coming because my parents loved each other more than life itself. I think the reason they did it, was because of Jack. Up until a few days before the divorce, we didn't even know of Jack. You see, when my parents were younger, they had a huge fight and Mom left Dad. What Dad didn't know though, is that Mom was pregnant with Jack. After Jack was born, she put him up for adoption. At the time, she was living with her best friend, Alex Notts, in a small apartment in New York. The two both had small jobs and barley enough money to pay the bills. Having a baby in the house would be devastating, so to Mom's grief and heartache, she gave Jack to a couple named the Boyd's who took him in and cared for him. Later, when Mom and Dad got back together, she never told Dad about Jack. Suddenly, Jack shows up at our door, Dad is fuming, Mom is desolate, and they decide to get a divorce. For some reason, the night they came to the decision stands firmly in my mind. I was suppose to be in bed, but in truth I was hiding on the stairs. Mom was drinking away her sorrows when Dad came storming back into the house. She yelled at him to get out and her lawyer would meet with him tomorrow. I recall running up the stairs and into my room. I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next morning, Mom told us about the divorce and said we could choose whom we wanted to live with. After she left to go meet with her lawyer, us kids had a meeting. We talked about ways to get them back together, and what we should do. In the end, we found that there was no way for us to get them back together so we decided who should live with whom. Jack moved into an apartment in downtown Chicago while Fulton, Tyler, and Ronnie went to live with Dad. The rest, Megan, Alan, and Jordan stayed with Mom. Then it came my turn to decide. I loved them both and didn't want to leave either of them. I asked Megan and Fulton what I should do, but they both told me that it was my decision and no one else could make it for me.
During recess on day at school, I was on my favorite swing when I saw a great flash of light, and then darkness. When I woke up, I was in a small hospital room with lots of flowers, balloons, and stuffed animas surrounding me. I could feel someone's hand grasping mine. I looked over, and there was Mom, crying, with Dad behind her, his hand on her shoulder. The doctors never discovered the cause of my illness or my recovery; they just simply called it a miracle. My Doctor, Dr. Blake, told me I would be able to go home and spend Christmas with my family. So, I was packed up, and taken home Christmas Eve Dad. But that Christmas wasn’t' a happy one. There was still a decision to be made, and I had to make it soon. I can remember that night so clearly in my mind. Mom had asked Dad to stay for the opening of your gifts. He was sitting on the big recliner with Jordan on his lap covered with a blanket, in a chair by the fireplace. Dad was about to get up and leave after all the presents ere opened when Mom stopped him. "Just a moment." She said, before going to her room. She came back and handed something to Dad. " The Divorce Papers." He whispered. "Yes, our divorce papers." Mom said in return. She grabbed the paper and threw them in the fire. "Merry Chirstmas honey." she said. Dad engulfed her in his arms while the rest of us gathered around them.
Mom always told me that almost loosing her baby girl made here realize just how much she missed Daddy. I guess you could say that thanks to me, and unnatural forces, I never had to make what would have been the hardest decision of my life.
