Teach me

Who is yelling?

CHAPTER 1

The scent of winter danced around my room, I could feel the warm sunlight on my face. Was it morning already? I swear I had something important to do today
"Stella!! Are you ready?"
My eyes never opened faster.
...

"Ugh where is the dang thing!" I complained as I searched my absolute mess of a room. Throwing clothes left and right, I looked desperate trying to find whatever object I was looking for.

"If I knew your room looked like this I would've cancelled the whole trip!" my dad teased as he stood under my white door frame.

"A-HA! FOUND IT!" I cheered, holding up my torn up cell phone charger, it was covered in duct tape and worn out stickers. It looked like it expired 3 years ago, and it was definitely time for a new one, but I didn't care.

My dad, still smiling under the door frame, was watching me pack in a hurry, little did he know my mind was just as scattered.
Why do they have to come with me?
Why don't they trust me? I'm an adult now.

As these thoughts crowded my mind, making me grow more and more upset, I knew I had to say something, it was eating me up last night.
"Why are you coming dad?" I said quietly under my breath.

I heard a sigh leave him
"Because you aren't capable of doing things yourself"

Bullshit.

I knew there was a reason he was coming, even if the reason was with good intent my father never tells me how he truly feels. Hearing those words angered me in ways I cannot describe. I am more than capable of doing things myself! I do everything myself! I don't have friends due to how strict my parents are! making plans is an absolute nightmare and my schedule is jam packed with studying and taking care of my younger sibling. I don't have time for other people, it's always just me.

just me

"Dad, I'm turning 19 this year. Not to mention how I manage to cook, clean and take care of my brother when you and mom are at wor-"

"ENOUGH."

I jumped, his loud voice bouncing off the walls as I tried so desperately to not yell back. I was infuriated, and misunderstood.

"Pack your stuff and come downstairs. You have ten minutes" My dad said before leaving my room slamming the door behind him

How could my parents control my whole life when they were barely a part of it.

ask them where I am at any point of the day and they will tell you without hesitation

but watch them crack if you dare to ask what my favorite color is.

I managed to pack everything I needed, so I attempted to clean up my room with the little time I had left. Throwing clothes in my closet, shoving things into my drawers, organizing my desk and finally spraying some cheap vanilla scented body spray around my room.

I zipped up my black suitcase and began to head downstairs, I made one last look at my room, making sure I didn't forget something behind.

"See you in a week"

I whispered before shutting off the lights and closing my door.

Failing to realize a completely new me would be returning.