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I.

Indiana do this, Indiana do that, indiana fix your hair, you could do better Indiana. Is all that I hear all day everyday. From dawn to dusk I'm at my mothers beck and call. I just want to escape her and this shit town. My only escape for now is My Tumblr and the people I meet through it. I just want to break out of this prison I call home. yes I know that sounds cliché, but I mean it. Once I get a car I'm just going to drive away and not look back. And no one, not this shit town and especially not my mother will be able to stop me from going.

"Indiana! Come to the living room please we have guests!" My mother yells pulling me from thoughts. I pick a stray strand from my jeans as I attempt to ignore her and mentally scold my self for buying cheap jeans.

"Indiana did you not just hear me calling you!" My mother says bursting into my room. Her brown hair Is swept back into a neat bun that rest at the top of her head. She has on a crimson red dress without a crease accompanied with a pair of beige heels. I never will understand why she always wore those damn heels. even as a child I remember waking up to the sound of her heels click clacking against the wooden floors.

"Your embarrassing me you know" she spits glaring at me as she stands in my door way.

"I didn't hear you" I lie avoiding her gaze. She stays quiet for a moment as she stares at me, Her expression unreadable. yet it never is, my mother hasn't shown any emotion since the day my dad gave her her first black eye and walked out the door.

"Come out to the living room and change,I don't buy you clothing so that you can sit around looking like a hobo." She remarks with disgust before smoothing her crease less dress, and turning on her heel and closing my door.

I should be used to her criticism by now since I've heard literally everyday. I sigh as I get off my twin sized bed and walk to my closet and choose a long grey maxi skirt. Along with a short sleeved white button up shirt. I slip on my white flats before pulling my hair into a simple ponytail and walking out of my room.

The house smells of cinnamon as usual. I hear my name come up in the quiet chatter between my mother and whoever her guests are, as I walk down the hallway into the living room. A short stubby man with a plaid blue suit sits on the couch as my mother serves him tea.

Must be another one of her potential suitors. Although she never keeps them around for long unless they're rich. No cash no ass is basically my mothers mentality towards men. As much as it sickens me to see her jump from guy to guy, or more like bank account to bank account. As long as she saves up enough from being a gold digger to buy me a car so I can get out of this shit town, I could give a shit less about what she does.

"Indiana! We were just talking about you" she says with her fakest smile finally acknowledging me.

"This is earl" she gestures to the man on the couch sipping tea out of our best china. He must be the one if shes letting him drink out of her 18th century victorian tea cups, That she inherited from my grandmother.

"Nice to meet you, Indiana is it?" He says with a thick British accent. My mother watches me intently as if to say don't you dare fuck this up Indiana.

" yes sir" I respond with a smile. He nods as I take a seat on the the couch opposite from him.

"More tea?" My mother asks with a smile. Her bright red lipstick creating an intense contrast with her unnaturally white teeth.

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The man eventually leaves and I am free to go back to my room. I flop down onto my bed after grabbing my phone from my desk and logging into my Tumblr account. My phone bings as soon as I log in indicating I have a message. Its from someone with a screen name called calsfeels_