Do you have a story about yourself or a woman in your life?? Good, bad, sad, anything!?

Question

I am writing an expiremental play about women. I need some inspiration from the women of the world. I have some ideas, but I need it to be real...I want depth, you know? I am young...and I am a nobody...but I have a dream and a vision for someting great! And, I'd love for everyone to be a part of it! Anything, anything at all...it can be happy, sad, really just anything!


Thanks for your time.

Sophia A Gettys

Answer 1

My Days in Juvenile Hall

Well it all started on a morning on some week day in February, I had a discussion with my little brother in the house because I said something stupid and my little brother threw something at me. I'm older than him and I’m not going to let a little boy do something like that to me so I threw something back at him, I missed, but whatever I threw at him slide on to his home work and ripped his paper he was doing he sure did get mad at me so he started screaming at me and jumping. My mom was mad because of this, and what was I suppose to do explain?? Explain to her that it was an accident and I didn’t mean to rip his paper but he was over reacted over some dumb paper. Well I left the house with out drawing my eyebrows like I usually do. Them but since the car was in motion and it was difficult for me to do them then I was going to wait until I got to school. I put the radio on cause for me, its stressing going somewhere I don’t like to go. My mom came and press/slams the button to turn off the radio. I get mad because I was listening to the song that was playing so I told her what was her problem and she doesn’t say nothing and I turn on the radio and it passes like 10 seconds and she does it again and says its too loud and she doesn’t want to hear nothing its her car and its her radio. It wasn’t loud! I call her stupid and she socks me in my arm all extra fast and its annoying when she does that so I pushed her to let her feel how I felt but without the pain so she over reacts just like my brother and acts like I pushed her real bad and acts like she lost control of the steering wheel and gets control of it again and she screams at me and tells me that I’m all these different kinds of cuss words in Spanish and I just said a couple back to her for she could stop but I guess it didn’t work it just put more fir into my mom. My mom comes and drops me off and sees me going another way she yelled at me "NO, ITS THAT WAY" pointing to the opposite direction I was heading to. So I told her I already knew where my class was and to leave me alone. She yelled "I’m going to get off and tell the lady in the office". I flicked her with my middle finger and left her hanging. I did my eyebrows cause Its embarrassing that everybody is going to be staring at you cause of the fact that I had no eyebrows and just for that you could start a problem with me. I wanted to avoid that well after that I went to class, I was late. 4th period came and I was just taking a test when security comes in. I was one of those bad girls in class but I was thinking it’s probably some lame-o that doesn’t know how to keep low-key with his actions. When the teacher calls out my name, I get up and all eyes are on me and they start saying “oh, Jamie is in trouble“ and I’m like oh my god what did I do or did not do?? On my way over to the security’s office I was asking the security why he was taking me he said he didn’t know, that they told him to go pick me up at my class and take me. I was scared I was going to get caught for something in the past. When I get to the security’s office, Officer Ray tells me to sign some paper. I told him I’m not signing until I know what it’s about. He told me he would tell me after I signed I wanted to know so bad, that I signed. He says "Well your mom came crying saying you hit her so she pressed charges on you for battery assault. You’re going to juvenile court on the 10th of May." Alright, whatever I thought in my head I don’t really care. I went back to class...
APRIL? 2006. I went to court crying scared I might get locked up (In jail). So I waited for some one to call me. My P.D. finally called me and my mom over. My public defender was asking us questions. Then he told me to wait outside so I waited while my mom and he were talking for like 10 minutes. While waiting, I saw 2 parents arguing about why they’re kid was like that I heard that it was because he was living with the mom or something but they were making a big deal out side of the public defenders office. Well when my mom came out she told me to go in. He seemed nice. But I know that not all the people are nice or trustable. He is like a lawyer for a person that doesn’t have no lawyer or no money for a lawyer. He asked me if I knew anything about some picture he showed me I said yeah but I can’t say nothing about anything else because it’s confidential...but yeah after that I waited until they called my name and my court room. I was really nervous cause of what he had told me but when they called us the judge just told me to come back May 10....

MAY 10, 2006.Court day came. Between the days I got cited and court days I was messing up, not that bad. I didn’t really think anything was going to happen. I was at court with my mom and I asked my mom to give me money I wanted chips, so she gave me a dollar and while I was buying the chips they had called us in. My mom was sitting down next to the interpreter and I walked in and sat next to my public defender. Well the judge started saying some stuff I didn’t really pay any attention until I heard the last words she said"...you are out of control and at this moment you are being detained, you have court on the 23d and 31st of May. You will be detained until that day. I busted crying". The bailiff or security whatever he asked me if I had any jewelry on with me I said "No". He asked me to take off my jacket and I gave it to my mom the jacket and other things I had. I sat in a room by myself for almost 4 or 5 hours. Between those hours some guys kept on coming in and out of the little room because that room was also for detained kids to see their public defender. Some lady saw me all lonely and so she grabbed a deck of cards and played 2 game of speed with me. Doing nothing but waiting to get transported to Juvenile Hall. Finally some lady came and put some hand cuffs on me I guess that wasn’t enough she put some ankle cuffs too. It was so sad feeling like a criminal. But I guess all the bad things I ever did added up and got to me when I least expected it.

Well I was in a van with a lady and a man (the lady was the one that was playing cards with me. I felt like crying but I’m a strong person that doesn’t like crying but when everything adds up I cry. So, we got there. Well I was thinking it was going to be worse but I waited another 3 hours in a room this time I was with some other girl. We were talking for along time. After that they called us for we could go take a shower and get ready to go to sleep. We showered and gave us some of they’re pajamas I tried not to erase my eyebrows with the water. They didn’t erase. Well, we went to sleep in some hospital look like pajamas thought they didn’t show our backs like the ones in the hospitals do and they were bigger and green. The beds were small, smaller than a single or twin bed. Well the next morning we woke up at 6 and they took us to breakfast. We were hungry and all they gave us was hard eggs with a cup of cereals and skim milk. When we finished, they gave us some paper to fill out and it was about our health or whatever. They took us down to our unit. Every unit consists of no more than 30 girls in each unit and I think they’re like 4 units I didn’t know no one in there. But I got to know every one the second day at school. School was alright I really liked being there. It was the only time of the day was you could do anything you wanted; talk, walk with out permission, fight, of coarse there were consequences if they caught you: modify: meaning you would stay in your room the whole day, or no phone call on Saturday. I almost got put on modify because of some girl that had problems with me was talking smack to me and I was talking back because I wasn’t going to let a lame juvenile prisoner worse than me talk to me like if they are better or I’m nothing compared to her. Well we showered daily, 5 at a time and it was mostly 2 pair of room mates and 1 person with out a room mate. Luckily I had a roommate. After shower we would get a snack (crackers, orange, apples, or if we got lucky the staff would bring a Snickers bar). Nobody cared if the staff would write them up for fighting or whatever, but you would get points if you did well or you didn’t do bad, and the points you would be able to participate in certain things: like top 5 would be able to be helpers, and helpers would get calls every day, you could go to Al Jones store and cash in your points for chips soda candy and stuff like that they weren’t big things but in there... Well the schedule was kind of like this:

a.m. 6:15 Wake up
6: 30 Breakfast
6:45 Clean up
8:30 School
p.m.12:00 Lunch
1:00 School
3:30 P.T. (physical training)
4:00 After School Program
6:00 Dinner
7:00 Showers
8:00 Snack
9:00 LIGTHS OUT

Well out of all of this I could say I learned that Juvenile is a bad place but not as bad as it sounds, I mean I could relate to most of the girls that were in there, except for the lesbians and prostitutes, but the rest I guess I could. I was already feeling my room mate as my sister because we were always close since we did talk a lot. One of my friends in there had a really sad life and I don’t blame her for being the way she was. Her mom lived a couple of blocks away from were we were and she never went to visit her and she had court and she didn’t go when she was going to get released so she stayed longer. I wish her the best and I hope that one day I’ll be able to see her again. I miss all of them. She was from Primera Flats. My room mate from Lynwood. They were gangster girls I could call my friends. It was all sad but it was an experience for life I will never forget.

Answer 2

I got pregnant when I was a senior in college. I graduated, but my stepdad died and never knew about my pregnancy. My mother took care of my daughter until I graduated from college and one month later she died. Now I am married to the man that she always knew loved me and I have 2 more children. I miss my mother so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much. Being a single parent for four years in a city with no family and both of your parents are dead it hard. There is a premise. You can take that and run with it. I never got back with my first childs father. He has another baby mama. trust and believe that there was drama.

Answer 3

You know, if you want to write about women, go buy some cosmo's and elle and vogue. Being a girl is damn hard! look it up.