The Loner

Chapter 8: Breaking the News-

Telling my parents I knew would be hard. My father would probably get angry at me, my mother would probably start crying. I was really nervous. But I knew it had to be done. What else was I going to do? Be stuck here forever, never escaping my parents? I couldn't do it.

"Mom, Dad, I'm moving to London." I tried not to look at my dad. Just my mom. Her face fell. My dad looked angry.

"Where the hell did you get the money?" He actually sounded curious and interested. "Please tell me you didn't borrow money, because if you did we'll never be able to pay it all back." I liked talking to my dad when he wasn't drunk. Which was really rare to have him sober for one day.

"Nope. I've been saving up since Mrs. Wilson started paying me at the library. The trip costs $900, which isn't that bad considering how much I've been saving." I said sounding hopefully very grown up, because I knew I was.

"Well," said my mother "I'm a by cautious of you leaving on your own, but you are eighteen now. Do we need to get you a passport?" I couldn't believe my parents at that moment. They were being so friendly and so caring that it blew me away.

My mother helped me send in all of my information and my picture. I was so excited to receive my passport in the mail. Two weeks was about how long I had to wait. I just couldn't. For the two week wait I spent most of my time shopping and spending time with Lizzy.

On the last day I was was in the United States, I enjoyed it to the fullest. "Why do you have to go. I mean can't you just like move cities?" Lizzy asked me looking over her menu.

"I want to leave so badly. I don't like it here. The only thing I like you chicka."

"Whatever." She said in a joking matter. A heavy set, grumpy looking waitress came by our table and asked her what we wanted. I ordered a sweet tea and some fries, and Lizzy ordered unsweetened tea and a salad. She's such a health nut.

After about five minutes the waitress brought our food by and sat it down without looking at us. I took a HUGE drink and was taken back. It was so bitter and flavorless. I watched Lizzy take a gulp of hers and her eyes widened as she swallowed. We both laughed in unison. The waitress confused our drinks. We swapped and giggled at each other.

A I pointed to an adorable pair of Union Jack skinny jeans. They were perfect for the flight. I checked the price tag and was shocked. They were so reasonable! Only thirty bucks! I bought the, in my size, Lizzy loved them. I realized that this would be our last shopping spree before I moved. But I promised her that I'd visit. It made me sad and excited at the same time.

Lizzy dropped me off in her car. We planned on her bringing me to the airport so we could say our goodbyes at the airport. I planned the rest of the night with my (sober) parents. It was nice. We all watched football as a family. I'd never had that feeling before, it was amazing.

Before I went to bed I took a shower. I let the hot water pour all over my face and body. I soaked in the familiar feelings of my room and the house. It was a little depressing knowing is be leaving it. My adventure would be amazing though.

I double checked everything before I lay my head down on my pillow. My head sunk into the pillow. I was so excited, but I finally slept, dreaming about what would happen in London.