"i can't believe you're making me do this" i said as i slammed my books onto the kitchen bench, looking my aunt dead in the eyes.
"look, acacia, it will be good. trust me."
my aunt becky said to me.
"no it won't! i'm fine here, and i've been fine here for the last year. this is a load of crap."
"acacia i can't stay here and home school you for the rest of your life! i finally got a decent job and there's nothing else we could've done." my aunt said, already exhausted.
"just get in the car, cacia."
cacia was a nickname given to me by my mother the day i was born. it has so much meaning to it yet
