Post by sheila3 on Apr 16, 2010 22:34:46 GMT -6
-- trey zachary taylor. seventeen. junior. visual arts.
Cory stared at the sign above the door as he sat silently in his car. He bit his lip, it was going to be the first time he saw his dad in months and he wasn't bringing his step-mother with him. Cory hated Alice with every being of himself. She was a hypocrite, rude, and probably even more obnoxious than he was. She would often pick at Brandon's mistakes and it being the reason he died. His brothers and himelf would often try to stick up for Brandon, their brother that died in Iraq two years ago. It would usually end as Alice victorious due to the fact that their dad would yell at them to be quiet, or to shut up. His cousins were not even a fan of their new aunt. Cory missed his mom more than anything, she died of cancer when he was nine years old. He was the "baby" of the family, so I guess you could say he was mom's favorite because he was the cutest. Everyone commented that Cory got his looks from his mother, and her witty sarcasm. He believed that was the reason his dad was so hard on him sometimes.
Losing both his older brother, Brandon and his mom was tough for him. They died eight years apart, and even though Cory had gotten over his mom's death, it still brought back memories when Brandon died. Cory was always a player, but maybe that was because he was so close to his mom, then lost her. Everyone deals with it differently. Cory sometimes wondered how he would be now if his mom was still alive. Maybe he wouldn't be so afraid to actually let people in. He wouldn't worry about losing people in any way. A lot of people just saw Cory as a jerk, a player who had no feelings or emotions. But maybe they just didn't understand.
Cory jumped out of his car, he was nervous to see his dad. He knew his dad probably lied and brought Alice with him anyways. He locked his car as he began to walk towards the door. He took a deep breath as he opened the door and walked through, the smell of french fries immediately winded him. The girl at the hostess stand smiled at him, then in a flirtatious voice asked, "How many?" Cory smiled slightly and replied, "Two." She frowned, probably thinking he was meeting a girlfriend, or a date. She grabbed a few menus and used a professional voice this time, "This way, sir." Cory laughed to himself, he never really understood why girls read into things they said more than they should. The girl stopped at a table and put the menus down. She smiled at Cory, then walked away. He sat down on the further side. He looked to his left to find someone he really didn't expect to see. He glanced down at his table, and sighed. Looking back at her, he finally said something, "Small world, seeing you here?" Cory tried to be nice, it was awkward seeing Violet.
sheila (,BROSKIII). eighteen. eastern/atlantic. aaron johnson