#8Sunday, Weekend Writing Warriors

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No one likes it when their family life changes.  This is particularly hard for the Radtke's.  A troublesome girl named Tracey enters their lives and the children are an endless journey to make sure this girl doesn't get into any further trouble or cause their parents to lose their fostering license.  These are snippets from my second novella in the series, "Oh Tracey."

Last week

I knew it was Tracey’s diary because on the back she scrawled in black marker her name.

Should I read it? Should I? I went back and forth wrestling with my conscience.  If I read it, I may be compelled to tell someone about it because it might be hard for me not to.  Then again, if I did read it, Tracey might find out and tell Mom and Dad.  I settled with the decision that yes I should read it, she could be in trouble. On the first page it read:

Readers beware.

This week

Reading this could mark the end for you.

I should have started from the front but I thought I would start with the very last entry and then page through it at random.

Dear Diary

I have yet to understand everything there is to know but I do believe grandma’s got a few things in her room she’d like give me when she meets her end of her life.

I paused after reading that because it must have been the saddest thing I ever read in my life.

I feel as though Grandma may want me to have these things because she was going through the house and pointing to items and telling me to write them down. She also asked if I’d want any of them.

She listed her grandma’s things in bold letters, like she had painstakingly went over each letter again and again. Back lit camera, Andrea Television, Pincor Power lawn mower, potato masher, nut chopper, Nikkio Rotary grinder. Ten pairs of slacks, one dress, several stockings.

 Dear Diary,

This ends the list of everything grandma wants to keep. I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’ve met an interesting group of people.
They shall remain nameless on account that someone may read this diary and I will be putting myself into jeopardy.

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#8Sunday, Weekend Writing Warriors #8sunday_writers

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write!  Sign up on the website:Wewriwa.com and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday.

No one likes it when their family life changes.  This is particularly hard for the Radtke's.  A troublesome girl named Tracey enters their lives and the children are an endless journey to make sure this girl doesn't get into any further trouble or cause their parents to lose their fostering license.  These are snippets from my second novella in the series, "Oh Tracey."

Last week

You’d think by the fourth hello that she’d get the fact that the caller hung up.

I gathered that Tracey came from a complicated family after reading a file that my mother, Roseann, mistakenly left on the counter. Her grandmother raised her after her mother was sought as an unfit parent. Her mother was still in and out of her life. Surely, Tracey’s grandmother must have came from a generation that didn’t use phones as a weapon to verbally abuse people. I take that back, her grandmother probably didn’t even have a phone when she was Tracey’s age.

Tracey got up and climbed up the stairs to the attic.  She came back down and walked over to where her charger was plugged into the wall, unplugged it, she tossed it into her huge burlap sack with a few other cords, hanging over the side like hanging vines from a potted plant. I nodded at her from my place at the couch.

This Week

She wiped at her face and picked up another energy drink from the floor before sitting on the couch across from me with a huff.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Fine,” she said.

I turned to look at the program on TV. A rerun of ‘Full House.’ Michelle Tanner was running in the room and saying, ‘You got to come here. You got to come here,’ and of course everyone came running: the dad, who was a widower, the uncles who strangely lived with the Tanners, and the sister.

I went upstairs to my room and saw Tracey’s diary on her bed. The cover was filled with about a hundred flowers connected to each other with vines and leaves. It had a wax seal finish that made it look shiny and on the side a six inch magnetic strip that helped clasp it close.

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#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors #amwriting #amjoy #8sunday_writers

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write!  Sign up on the website:Wewriwa.com and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday.

No one likes it when their family life changes.  This is particularly hard for the Radtke's.  A troublesome girl named Tracey enters their lives and the children are an endless journey to make sure this girl doesn't get into any further trouble or cause their parents to lose their fostering license.  These are snippets from my second novella in the series, "Oh Tracey."

Last week

He then took off the mask, "But in all seriousness the owner at Shinders said he saw Tracey at the mall a couple of times with a trench coat on. The owner is an interesting one."

“Why’s that?”

“Oh, he just was selling more than hobby stuff, if you know what I mean.” He made a gulping sound and cupped his hands, pretending to sip something down. "He gave me this," he motioned to large black plastic bag he held in his hand, and inside was a small purse. He said I should give it to Tracey, because he saw her leave it on a bench one day at the mall. I think it’s a clue."

This week

Sunday

Tracey had a Red Bull drink on the window sill. I couldn’t drink Red Bulls.  They made me feel as though my heart was beating out of my chest. She yelled on the phone to who I assumed was her boyfriend.

“Damn you to hell.  Don’t ever call me and if you do I’m not going to answer. My phone will be off. I don’t want to ever see you again. Hello? Hello?

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#8sunday Weekend Writing Warriors #amwriting #amjoy

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write!  Sign up on the website:Wewriwa.com and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday.

No one likes it when their family life changes.  This is particularly hard for the Radtke's.  A troublesome girl named Tracey enters their lives and the children are an endless journey to make sure this girl doesn't get into any further trouble or cause their parents to lose their fostering license.  These are snippets from my second novella in the series, "Oh Tracey."

Last week

I wanted to tell her how weird she was and ask her who the ugly women was who slapped her around before we got here but I didn’t want to blow my cover.
“Look, if you want to reorganize the crafts, let me do it,” Tracey said. She put all the wooden crafts back to where they were; just in time too because Connie came back. Dang, Tracey must have a photographic memory.
“Make any money?” Connie asked, hopeful.
“Umm no,” I said.
Her face dropped.
“No worries,” she said. She turned away from us to pull her shirt over her flat bottom.

This week

 She straightened out a craft and then went over to the tin box, unlatched it and flipped it over. Checking to see if it was empty.
Zion walked out of nearby Shinders hobby store. He had on a rubber wolf mask but I could recognize him anywhere. The wolf’s eyes kept lighting up and I noticed he was holding a lever mechanism in his hand.
“Boo,” he said. “You girls having fun?” He asked, more to me than Tracey.
“No, we were not having fun,” I said, crossing my hands over my chest.
“Why not? You got plenty of dolls to keep you company,” he motioned to a nearby china doll table. 

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Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday #amwriting #amjoy

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write!  Sign up on the website:Wewriwa.com and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday.

No one likes it when their family life changes.  This is particularly hard for the Radtke's.  A troublesome girl named Tracey enters their lives and the children are an endless journey to make sure this girl doesn't get into any further trouble or cause their parents to lose their fostering license.  These are snippets from my second novella in the series, "Oh Tracey."

Last week

“Never mind.” I began reorganizing the crafts on the table in a way that seemed to make more sense. Boy wooden dolls went other with boy wooden dolls, girls went with girls. Figures that said, ‘Home sweet home’ didn’t need to go with other ones that resembled homes, so I put them instead next to Halloween cats and scarecrows. The Christmas Santas really had no place next to the candy canes so I put them with the the vegetables, including orange squash and tomatoes. “Eat your heart out,” I said patting Santa’s belly.

“You’re weird, you know that?” said Tracey.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

This week

I wanted to tell her how weird she was and ask her who the ugly women was who slapped her around before we got here but I didn’t want to blow my cover.
“Look, if you want to reorganize the crafts, let me do it,” Tracey said. She put all the wooden crafts back to where they were; just in time too because Connie came back. Dang, Tracey must have a photographic memory.
“Make any money?” Connie asked, hopeful.
“Umm no,” I said.
Her face dropped.
“No worries,” she said. She turned away from us to pull her shirt over her flat bottom.

Readers, please comment below.