Emily Stones an 18 year old girl with a height of 5'6 with short hair just falling on her shoulders, she is a bit overweight for her age, was bullied by her fellow classmates, they used to comment on her face. Keeping all the school part aside her f...
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Emily's POV
Done with packing, my flight is at 12:00 noon and now it is 8:00am in the morning. I don't know where my parents are, and I don't even know if they knew that I am going today, where am I going , what am I pursuing in ? It basically means they don't even knew if I am dead or alive.
I have very less luggage compared to everyone who will join in colleges 1 backpack and 1 trolley bag, the backpack is filled with important stuff like my phone, wallet, an extra pair of dress, tooth brush and few other stuff. when in comes to the big bag it mostly contain my pajama pants and my comfy t-shirts . Few good looking dresses that can last a week for college .
Today I wore a black jeans and black shirt, a black coat in case it becomes cool in the flight ride, which are comfortable for the travelling, left my hair loose and white sneakers. I prefer being comfortable rather that being stylish. I don't care what others think of me or my dressing as I got used to hearing them a lot and learnt to ignore them as well.
I made a mental note of going shopping before the college begins and I have my first class in a week. by the time I re-checked my things it is 9:00 and time for me to start my journey which I am very excited as well as nervous and scared. There were mixed emotions.
With my luggage I reached out of my house and for one last time I turned back to look at the house that I grew up, that I had the worst memories. The house that I am planning to not visit or see anymore in the future.
my phone vibrated in my pocket so that means my cab is here but at the same time I could hear a car tire screeching into our driveway, I knew whose it was because I am used to the sound very much as I used to run upstairs the moment I hear the sound. I did not care that they were walking towards me I was more focused on thinking how my life will be the minute I land in New York.
They stopped right in front of me blocking my way. I wasn't seeing their faces I was looking down the pavement and walking when my father called my name I lifted my head to see him there was satisfaction in their face that I am leaving and they knew that I will never see them again. Some times I even doubted if I am really their daughter.
The next words that came out of my fathers mouth are "never come back", my mother is smiling at the words her dear husband told to her daughter.
It was then I got the courage to talk back for the first time in 13 years of their treatment because I am sure I will never see them again. "you don't need to remind me, I was not planning anyway".
I could see the anger in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said "is this how you treat your parents, you never were a good kid. you deserved to be treated how you were .The same will happen to you where ever you are going. All the best with that"
my anger was no less but still they are my parents even though they didn't care for me they at least allowed me to stay in the same house they did not drop me in an orphanage and I am grateful for that. but still I could not stop myself from saying few words by the way they treated me.
