“Ellison...” My dad said.
“If your going to yell at me again, can we at least wait until after dinner?”
Dad sighed, looked at mom, and motioned to me.
“Ellison, we talked to your Grandmother Allie. You're going to be staying with her.”
“What? How long?”
“Until your 18. Then when you're an adult, you can decide if you want to move back here with us.”
“3 freaking years!?”
“We don't use that language at the table.” My dad snapped.
“Why am I being shipped off to Camp Allie!?”
“Because you were at a party last night and got drunk!” Dad yelled.
“Well, duh!” I said in a did-you-just-figure-that-out tone.
“You do not talk to me like that!” Dad got up like he was going to hit me but just slid in his chair and left.
“Go to your room, Ellie.” Mom said quietly, not looking up from her plate.
“But I'm not done.”
“Ellison. Go. Now.”
“Fine.” I said under my breath and went to my bedroom.
Mom never told me when I was leaving so I packed my bag that night. I only packed enough for one week.
Silly Ellison.
