Jacob Schleien
Bio
College Student
My mom likes to write to this sometimes too, anything written by her will be signed "Tara Schleien"
Stories (2/0)
Like a Firefly Caught In A Jelly Jar
The sun felt warm and comforting as 17-year-old Katie fished off the edge of the pier, feet dangling. Grammy Rue sat nearby in a collapsible lawn chair, her line in the water as well. While waiting for dinner to bite, they sat in a comfortable silence that can only be established by people who know each so well, they can coexist in complete relaxation. Katie spoke first. “Mama should be back from the beauty pageant soon. She sure looked pretty, didn’t she Grammy?” “Mmm...that she did.” Grammy Rue answered simply. Katie’s mama, Cheryl was a beautiful woman. Though not a scholar or particularly interesting by any means, Cheryl commanded attention whenever she entered a room. Blessed with long, thick, wavy blonde hair, enormous blue eyes, a perfectly pert little nose, full pouty lips, and voluptuous figure, Cheryl was voted Most Beautiful in her high school and served as their head cheerleader. At 15, she began dating Bobby, two years her senior, none too bright, but tall dark and handsome, and the school’s star quarterback. Bobby got a job at the local construction plant after his graduation. All the while he continued to date his perfect princess, but unfortunately he got her pregnant during the fall of her Junior year. By winter’s end, Cheryl had dropped out of high school, begun night classes, and received her GED at the end of May, two weeks before welcoming baby Katie into the world. Cheryl was barely 17. Bobby and Cheryl tried their best, but unfortunately their best wasn’t enough. They married shortly after Katie’s birth and the young marriage lasted three years. Inevitable pressures cast upon the inexperienced couple took their toll. Money woes, arguments and infidelity on both sides ensued until they ultimately decided to part ways. Cheryl moved back home, got a job waitressing at the local diner, and made extra cash competing in local beauty pageants. Little Katie was often left with her Grammy Rue, who was more like a mother to her than Cheryl was and whom Katie loved dearly. Money was tight, but love was plentiful.
By Jacob Schleienabout a year ago in Families
Sideways Eights
When I first sat down at my little black school desk with my unnecessary dual monitors and overpowered computer, it was Friday morning. I had just gotten my hair cut from the messy mop of brown it was and felt great. I open my windows and invite the sun into my bedroom. I turn on Johnny Cash in the background like my normal writing routine. I hate country, but something about Johnny Cash hits a chord with me. Maybe in a past life I favored the patriarchy a lot more. I never really examine my life too much. I’ve become preoccupied with the Towers falling, one of our country’s worst recessions, a pandemic, and terrorists attacking my country’s capitol.
By Jacob Schleienabout a year ago in Psyche
