Moms making a difference

The new girl

            Ontario, Canada, supposedly the best place to start a new life. Linda Martin, a 37 year old mom with two kids, of the age 9 and 13, had an awful relationship with the father. Coming home one day from a long day of work, tired of every one of her co-workers shouting at her for not getting the paperwork that was due done in time, found her husband sleeping with a prostitute. Enraged, she  immediately filed a divorce, with full custody of the boys.

            A long twelve hour drive, now behind her, led to a small duplex in a town called Orleans. Luckily Linda's sons had fallen asleep on the ride. Taking a nap seemed like a good idea. Sneaking out of the generic family van, the blue headed girl unlocked the doors to her new home. Furniture was included in the deal, so Linda went strait to a white leather couch to sleep. As the one shaved side of her head touch the cold cushion, someone had already rung her doorbell.

            Taking her time, getting up, stretching, and walking to the door, Linda answered her new guests. A young woman wearing a black crop-top with a "|-/" symbol on it, was standing on the doorstep. She had neon pink sunglasses with black lenses, so dark you couldn't even spot her eyes. Rich dark curly hair descended from her head to her back. A expensive fedora crowned her as she started to speak, "Hey. So, like, I heard you were the, like, new girl here. So, uuh, I, I mean, the moms in this area are throwing a, kinda welcome party, I guess. But like, whatever, if you don't want to come it cool." She declared with a slutty tone. This lady didn't look a day over 20!"Oh, that's, so nice. I'll be there! Do I, need to, ya know, bring some..thing?" Linda said as she realized the girl wasn't even paying attention to her.

-"He-hello?" Linda asked.

-"Ya WHATever," she sighed, "just bring some chips, no peanuts."

-"Great! Hey, I didn't catch your name..  though."

-"Donnavan, but that Mrs. Paradis for you. It's French!" Donna said proudly.

-"That's pretty swag DOOD!" Linda exclaimed, "You can call me Linda, gurl."

-"Woah, okay, if I were you, Linda, I wouldn't do all that. Not cool." shouted as she walked away with her Starbucks in the palm of her hands.

Linda walked to her car to wake up Jerry and Larry, her boys. "Good rough start.." she thought.