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Dirty Laundry MAG
He is your world. He is the one you would live and die for. You love the color of his skin – different from yours – the perfect balance between light and dark, day and night. You love the way he tells you he loves you. He says he'll marry you someday.
But your mom does not approve. You wonder every day how anyone can be so bigoted. Has she not felt the way you do at some point in her life? She doesn't understand, just rants and raves about your “taste in men” in that nasally voice you hate – the one she only uses when she's angry.
Later you sit on your bed, and turn up the volume on your iPod. “All the Same” by the Sick Puppies blasts through the ear buds.
Wrong or right … black or white … if I close my eyes … it's all the same.
Your mom has forbidden you from seeing him again, and Dad's taken to keeping a shotgun in the living room.
In my life … the compromise … I'll close my eyes … it's all the same.
You remember telling him you were afraid but that you wouldn't stop seeing him. He asked you to run away with him, just drop everything and run, figure it out as you went. But you said you wanted to wait and see if it would blow over. The look in his eyes was sad, as if he knew your parents would never accept him.
You hop off your bed and start shoving clothes into an duffel bag, making a trip to the bathroom for your toothbrush. You head to your desk and stare blankly at a piece of paper, pencil in hand. You write a quote that has been in your heart from the minute your parents told you that you were making a big mistake. It's short, but it's all you need to say.
You head down the hall to the laundry room. Your mom has piles of clothes on the floor, organized by color. You grab bits from every pile and toss them to the middle, creating a mound no longer separated into lights and darks.
Green, yellow, red, blue, black, white – all heaped into one huge pile. You lay your message on the top. It doesn't say who you're with or where you're going, but it wouldn't be hard to figure out.
“Laundry is the only thing that should be separated by color.”
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omigod
that was amazing is the last line your own quote? 'cause I love it!!!!!!!:O
awesome..
that's the only thing i could say..
one word:
wow
that was amazing
(oops thats four...)
Oh my god...
you are freaking amazing. i adore this piece SO much... you have expressed what's been on my mind for years in a way that no one can possibly scoff or rebuke...
simply too beautiful. I applaud you, sincerely and completely.
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Usually I hate reading romance fiction- I mean, it's pretty clear that most of the people writing it have never been on a date. And to be honest, when I started reading this I was going to stop, but continued because it was so short.
And your ending blew me away.
Keep writing, this is fantastic!