Leaving Home (On Hold)

Leaving Home

“We’re moving to England.”

                I heard the words that my dad spoke but my brain refused to process them. He continued talking as I struggled to get past that one sentence. Try as I might, I couldn’t do it. The words were so unexpected and I think my brain had gone into some type of shock as it still was unable to process the four little words. Granted, although the words were little, the message was huge, so that was probably why I was having so much trouble with it.

“-kids aren’t happy, but your mother and I think it’s for the best. This is an amazing opportunity for all of us. You kids will be exposed to a whole new culture while still having some of the comforts of home. It’ll be great!” Dad was saying when I finally tuned back into the conversation.

“When will we be leaving?” my twelve year old brother, Ryder, asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Saturday,” Mom answered, finally deciding to join the conversation.

“But today’s Wednesday!” Cameron protested angrily.

“I know sweetie. That just means that we have a very busy next few days,” Mom said in a soothing voice causing me to unintentionally let out a snort.

“Did you have something to say Kaysie?” Dad asked as everyone turned their attention to me.

“Yeah I do, actually. This is bullshit,” I stated as the anger finally subsided enough so I was able to talk.

“Language young lady!” Dad scolded in a stern voice.

“Save it. You drop this bomb on us that we’re moving to the other side of the world in three days and you expect us to be okay with it? Really? Why didn’t you tell us sooner? And don’t even tell me it’s because you just found out because I know for a fact that Gramps and Grandpa wouldn’t do that. They both know that we would take this news hard so I know that they would have told you weeks, if not months, ago so we would have time to get used to it. The two of you decided to drop it on us and that’s not okay. So guess what? Have fun in England because I’m not going,” I yelled before storming to the front door, swiping my purse and keys off the table next to the door on the way.

I stalked over to my car and flung the door open before plopping down and shoving the key in the ignition.

“Kaysie!” I heard Dad yell. Looking up I saw he was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face. We stared at each other for a minute before I turned the key and backed out of the driveway. I could see Dad yelling but I ignored him and continued driving.

                It took less than a minute for my phone to start ringing. Unfortunately for me, it was in my purse on the seat next to me so I could either answer it or listen to it ring constantly. Knowing my parents, they wouldn’t stop calling until I answered it. After all, it was ten o’clock at night and I was out driving by myself extremely pissed off. Anger was coursing through my veins and I needed to calm down before I did something stupid. There was only one person that I knew had a chance of calming me down. Digging my phone out of my purse, I rejected the call from my mom and dialed the one number that I could recite in my sleep.

“Hey Kaysie, what’s up?” my best friend Aubree’s voice chirped through the phone.

“I’m almost to your house. Meet me outside,” I requested without bothering to say hi.

“Okay, what’s going on? You sound weird,” she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

“I’ll tell you when I see you. Just do me a favor and don’t say anything to your parents. I don’t want my parents knowing where I am quite yet,” I answered as I pulled onto her street.