Chennea Russell
Stories (3/0)
Unfortunately For Chris
From a young age, I remember having to deal with death. Something you learned, where I grew up, is that people die. Most of the time it would happen when you least expect it, but death was a constant part of life that no one had any control over. When I was eight, I watched a young man suffocate to death on our neighbor’s lawn while two police officers stood over him and watched. His name was Chris. The young man, not the neighbor. Our neighbor always went by Mr. Rice, even by my parents.
By Chennea Russell3 years ago in Criminal
Bones' Ring
From an early age my brother Curtis and I, separately, concluded that, as adults, we didn’t want to be like our mother, Teresa. When Curtis in the 4th grade he wrote a letter to his teacher describing his disdain for Teresa. “Lazy, country, bitch” were some of the words he used. Yikes, right? That letter destroyed an already deteriorating relationship between the two of them. My dad said it was the catalyst of her hatred for my brother and on some level, I get it. Although, I had some empathy for that teacher. She probably assumed she was doing the right thing. She probably hoped it would start a healthy discussion between parent and child. She never knew she was handing Teresa gasoline and a match to burn down an already dilapidated structure. She wasted no time in lighting the match and watching it burn.
By Chennea Russell3 years ago in Families
Bones' Ring
From an early age my brother Curtis and I, separately, concluded that, as adults, we didn’t want to be like our mother, Teresa. When Curtis in the 4th grade he wrote a letter to his teacher describing his disdain for Teresa. “Lazy, country, bitch” were some of the words he used. Yikes, right? That letter destroyed an already deteriorating relationship between the two of them. My dad said it was the catalyst of her hatred for my brother and on some level, I get it. Although, I had some empathy for that teacher. She probably assumed she was doing the right thing. She probably hoped it would start a healthy discussion between parent and child. She never knew she was handing Teresa gasoline and a match to burn down an already dilapidated structure. She wasted no time in lighting the match and watching it burn.
By Chennea Russell3 years ago in Criminal