Thinking

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After a while of driving and me and Cora playing around , talking and bickering, it got silent, a comfortable silence. I began thinking about my life and how I got here...

FLASHBACK 〰
I was working on one of my art pieces , when my mom came in

" Get off your lazy bum and start doing something productive" my mom said while bursting into my room

"OMG mom , have you ever heard of Knocking, gosh, and by the way, I am doing something productive " I screamed

I was so angry you could probably see smoke coming out of my ears and little horns growing

" You call that productive , ha ha ha, sure darling" she said and strutted out the room

Ugh. She makes me so mad. She never appreciates anything I do!! I need a vacation.
I really really need one !!

That morning I bought a ticket to California with no complication. That was one of the perks of having rich parents.

"mom I'm going to California tomorrow for a vacation. I need a break" I told my mom while walking into the kitchen.

"Hmm that would be good for you. Maybe you'll come back with the right mind set" my mom said while chopping up some vegetables

"What do you mean "right mind set" I said while using my fingers to make air quotes

She stopped chopping and said " I mean , maybe you'll start thinking about collage and making something of yourself other than useless art and singing" she said clearly irritated by me

"Whatever mom ! Like why can't you except what I like , MY DREAM !! WHY CANT YOU EXCEPT ME !!" I screamed and stormed out the house

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 15, 2015 ⏰

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