I stood in front of my mother wide eyed. "You must be freaking kidding me!" I shrieked, trying to hold back my emotions. "What about my friends, my school, MY DANCING CAREER?!" I cried, slamming my fist on the marble counter. "I'm sorry Hun, but I don't see Alaska as a good fit for you anymore." My mother cooed softly, as if it wasn't a big deal that she was moving me to San Antonio, Texas. "You are selfish! You don't care about how I feel about any of this!" I yelled trying to get my feelings through her dense skull. But instead she just sighed and smiled at me as if the world was the happiest place at the moment. "What kind of drug are you on woman?" I mumbled before stomping into my room; "I hate you! I hate you! And I hate you!" I screamed before slamming my door shut. Shuffling over to my computer and turned on my You Tube play list where I slid the volume bar to its maximum.
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"Wake up Chachi, your plane leaves in an hour." A faint voice called to me. Moaning, I flipped over onto my stomach and squished my face with my pillow. "I'm a taco," I mumbled too sleep drunk to think correctly. "Yes, yes you are. Now get up my mentally ill child." My mom called from her room. Huffing I got up and walked over to a packed box where I found my white ripped up skinny jeans, and a loose pink crop top that said "Avengers!" on it. "MOM! Where are my blue Vans?" I echoed, standing in my living room waiting for a response. "Their by the front door, or in the cupboard." "Obviously my shoes aren't in the cupboard mom, I'm not that forgetful!" I defended getting quite offended by her comment.
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I sat down on the cold ground getting very flustered. "Whats wrong Chachi?" my mother commented bouncing down the stairs. "I can't find my shoes." I mumbled putting my arms across my chest and pouting my full lips out like a little child. Huffing, my mother walked into the kitchen, and four seconds later she came back out with my Vans. "Where did you find them!" I chirped, bouncing from my spot on the floor. "In the cupboard." And with that she picked up my last bag and walked out the door, leaving me baffled.
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"Will you miss me? I know you will!" I teased, pinching my mothers skinny cheeks just to annoy her. Swatting my hands away, she gave me a big hug and nodded yes. "I love you momma." I mumbled trying be collected about this whole thing. "I love you too Chachi." she sobbed, her green eyes getting glossy. "Flight 92, boarding to San Antonio Texas, last call flight 92." a annoying flight attendant called getting her point across loud, and freaking clear. "Here," my mother quickly added, digging in her purse for something. Finally she found what she was looking for and pulled out a yellow envelope. "Read it on the plane sweetie. I love you!" and with that she pushed me forward letting me be enveloped by the crowd of people boarding the flight. Leaving everything I loved behind. For what reason?
I have no clue whatsoever.
