Headed Somewhere.

Mason jar.

I'm officially 18 and officially over my parents shit. I try and try.... and all i ever end up doing is "disappointing" someone. I'm done. I cant take the pressure and failure anymore. Especially considering i put my all in everything. My dad expects me to be perfect. He wants me to go to Harvard.. i don't even want to go to college. i don't want what he wants. i don't want this life. You would think i would be happy considering my dad is a Doctor at his own private practice.. but honestly. I'm ready to go. 

"Rem!!! Get back in here. You are ruining everything you have worked so hard for!!!" 

"Scream a little louder dad! Wake the Franks up so they'll have something to talk about at the golf club this weekend!! i love love LOVE being the topic of every ones weekend!!!" i yell back. 

"Get down here now young lady.  I have had it with this behavior. I will send you off to school Rem. Why are you acting like this? Why are you ruining your future" and that was it. I could no longer take it. I blew. I grabbed my blue jean shoulder bag threw some basic necessities in it and went over to my mason jar where my savings from the last 7 years had been staying until i needed it. Believe me.. i needed it now more then ever. I had about  10 grand saved, considering my great grandmother (who was 102 ) sent me money ever since i was born. I threw the jar in my bag and walked out of my room. I stomped downstairs into the living room where my mother was sitting on the couch crying and my father was on the phone with lord knows who. 

"Sheryl, she has come downstairs. I think we may resolve this. If not ill be sure to give you a call. Thank you" oh great. on the phone with the fucking family shrink. How nice.  You would think i was a meth addict in need of rehab.

"Honey. Sit. Let's talk." I roll my eyes and sit. Even though NOTHING they could say was making me stay. I guess i could let them have a minute to explain before i leave. "Listen, Rem. We know you may feel like we are pushing college on you extra hard, but darling senior year is almost over. Everyone in your grade has already either chose a college or been excepted into one. You haven't even wrote your college essay.. i mean you have to understand why this is a big deal for us. We are only concerned about your well being. I am calling the dean of Harvard tomorrow. Ill be sure to make sure he saves a spot for you. We can get through this Rem. It's gonna be all good" he smiling as if i have accepted the whole college thing. 

I laughed. " ya wanna know something dad? Im not going to Harvard. I'm honestly not even going to college, and .... im not fucking staying here." I stand up. walk into the kitchen. I grab some little snacks and walk back into the living room where my mother and father haven't moved . i guess shocked from my response. " well considering you two aren't going to give me a goodbye hug. Ill call when i get where im going. Im headed somewhere. " with that, i walked out the door. I walked about 2 miles into the city to catch a bus. After getting a seat away from the late night weirdos, i decided to go through my bag to see what i had. After seeing everything i had packed i noticed something.. my old Polaroid mom had gotten me for my 17th birthday, and with it all the film and ink. This was gonna be great. I didn't know where i was going. But i figured why not go out on a limb? Why not London?