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The following is a piece of writing submitted by Miss Rose :) on December 14, 2011
"This post is a Grab Bag which uses the following words: differentiate, driver, inflammable, dialogue"

Katie's Court

Katie stared out of the window of her mom's suburban, watching the gray sky and listening to the sound of raindrops on the window. Today had been the day that she was being brought to court, to decide which parent she wanted to live with. Her mom, or her dad. Her mom jolted to a stop at a stop light and Katie was jerked forward, her thoughts interrupted for a moment. Her mother, Molly, was a horrible driver. But was that really a reason for Katie not to live with her?

Katie sighed quietly, so her mother wouldn't ask what was wrong, and moved her eyes back to the window. They passed house after suburban house, all of them blending together. Really, it was hard to differentiate one from the other. She wished she lived in the city, with her dad. It was so nice in the city, the sites and the sounds were both exciting and exotic, all at once. But then again, would she be happy with switching schools?

Her mind drifted back to the day her parents decided that they were getting a divorce. It had been a few months ago, when Molly's car had been leaking inflammable liquid. Katie's father, Ben, had gone out to go help Molly figure out what was wrong. Katie had been in the backyard, practicing some dialogue for her drama class.

There wasn't any screaming, or yelling, or anything like that. But Katie had already heard them the past few nights, when they thought she was asleep. Molly throwing anything from pillows to plates, and Ben yelling right back at her over her mother's screeches. After they finished with the car that day, they came to talk with Katie. Katie stood there without making a sound, her face blank, as the two most important people in her life had simply broken up in front of her.

"Katie!" Molly's voice cut through the memory and Katie looked up, her brown eyes fixed on her mother's face. People often said she looked so much like her mother. "We're here, Katie." It was then that Katie noticed that they were indeed pulled up at the courthouse. She could spot her dad's truck a little ways off, and she knew she couldn't put it off any longer. Nodding to her mother, she slid out of the car and shut the door, heading into the courtroom to decide her own fate.

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