"Momma, please don't make me!" I bawled.
"It's for your own good." She sadly smiled.
"But momma, I'm barely even 16!" I cried.
"LUCAS!"
"Go! Now!" she screamed.
Tears welled in my eyes as I bolted out the door.
I stopped at the end of the walkway.
I turned to get one last look at my house.
"I love you momma." I whispered, then ran away.