Leave

Chapter 3

The next day I woke up sore and grumpy. I sighed remembering the anger that had coursed through me last night. They didn't seem to understand my pain.
I quickly got dressed and braided my hair trying to put off facing my mom. I didn't want to argue with her but it was frustrating. I could always see disappointment in her eyes and pride towards Brent. I tried to talk to Shae about it but she didn't seem to always understand either.
I eventually got up and tiptoed into our small kitchen. The coals were cold and a candle was out of wick near the dinner table. I could see my mothers journal on her creaky old rocking chair. At times I was tempted to read it but I didn't want to disappoint my mom more. I stood up to hear the clucking of the chickens wanting to be fed. I shoved on my dirty leather boots and walked outside towards the coop and took the bag of grain from the barrel. They swarmed around my feet like fleas to a cat, begging for their seed. I threw it all around and it was funny to see them stagger around fighting for the food. I then walked to my donkey, Mont's stall to get him fresh water and oats. Feeding the animals and being outside with them just got my troubles away from my mind. It seemed to release stress.
I could hear my mother in the kitchen. Most likely making bread. I sighed and trudged over to the house knowing I couldn't just stay away from her forever. I trudged into the kitchen.
she looked up from her bread rolling.
Her eyebrows rose and she gave me a stern thought through expression.
"Scarlet we need to talk," she said.
"What is there to talk about?" I asked.
"don't play dumb with me young lady. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm tired of you acting like everything is just so terrible for you! You need to grow up and accept your circumstances like everyone else!" she scolded.
I was tired of her telling me of how to be. she was not in charge of my life.
"You know what!? I am so done with you! You are not in charge of my choices! that's why they are my choices!" I yelled back.
She looked so taken aback and furious. No I'm the one who will control this conversation. For once I needed to be the leader.
"And just so you realize because you don't seem to, I'm not everybody else!" I stated feeling power shudder through me like an electric zip.
I stared at my mom daring her to challenge me.
Her mouth moved up and down like a fish out of water.
"I think we're done here," I spat and stormed out of the kitchen towards my closet.
I slammed the door in a huff. I could feel the tears starting to flood my eyes as i went ever to my window. Shae and I had a secret writing system that somehow we came up with as kids.
I wrote : I think I'm leaving.
I waited. Knowing Shae she would reply soon. And she did. I heard the little beep to inform me I had a new message.
it said : will you be joining the Leave?
Me: maybe
Shae : when will you?
Me : Tonight probably
I couldn't believe I had got the courage to decide to leave. I couldn't take any chances. I had to take a change. But it was now or never.