Adrianne Whitsett
Bio
I'm a fictional writer who likes to live in the stories that I write. I have teenagers who have a vivid imagination like me and they are almost always inspiration for my stories.
Stories (2/0)
Lucky Rebel
I never listened to anyone. My mom told me that one day I would learn my lesson for being so rebellious. I didn’t want to listen to that either, but for some reason it always replayed in my head. Her voice popped in my head as I took an evening walk around our subdivision. My mom had told me a million times not to walk without my older sisters if the street lights were on. I attempted to listen this time but when I ran upstairs to ask my sister if she wanted to walk with me, the sound of her professing her undying love to her boyfriend was enough to make me vomit everything I ate for dinner. I walked to my other sister’s room and I saw a green light coming from under the door. My sister got migraines and my mom told her that she read an article about how green lights can help with headaches. I decided not to bother her because lately when she had her green LED lights on, she ignored me. I didn’t want to risk getting rejected so I decided to go on about my business. It wasn’t my fault that my mother only had three girls so I ran out of sisters to ask. I knew my mom had left to pick my dad up from the airport so I didn’t have to sneak out the backdoor. I grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen before I started my stroll.
By Adrianne Whitsett 3 years ago in Fiction
Why Do Girls Choose Bad Boys?
As a mother, I want my children to experience every activity that I enjoyed as a kid. Two winters ago, a friend of mine invited my children and I, along with some other friends, to their lake house for the weekend. I was so excited for my kids to experience anything that they hadn’t experienced before. My friend texted me the night before and reminded me to get ice skates for the kids. When we arrived, I was hesitant because I had ice skated before but it was always in an indoor ice skating rink. There were already people ice skating on the frozen lake without a care in the world. I asked the host if the lake was frozen solid enough and he assured me that it was. My kids were already excited so I decided to just go with the flow and make sure my mommy spidey senses were activated. What can I say? I can be a bit overprotective. When we arrived, I was surprised to see so many people. My kids grabbed their ice skates out of the car, immediately kicked their shoes off, and got prepared to fall because none of them had ever ice skated before. Nonetheless, their enthusiasm gave them all the courage they needed. I gave the kids a perimeter to stay within and I took a seat with some of the adults. Just as I grabbed my cup of hot chocolate, I saw a guy walking towards me. He was tall and walked with confidence. As he got closer I recognized him and I was in shock. He was no longer the skinny, nerdy, glasses-wearing high school classmate that I used to know. Once he realized I recognized him, he smiled showing beautiful pearly whites that seemed to be whiter than the snow that was surrounding us. We hugged and looked at each other in amazement as we had both changed. His change was a bit more noticeable than mine. We started to reminisce about high school and I remembered how he used to walk slightly hunched as if he was embarrassed to be so tall. He rarely looked people in the eye when he spoke unless it was a close friend, he wore drabby clothes and he took pride in his education. We had a lot of classes together and every time we saw each other in the hallways, we exchanged salutations.
By Adrianne Whitsett 3 years ago in Humans
