To Fix Yesterday | l.h.

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"I'm leaving," I exclaimed as I opened up the front door.

My Aunt Sandra entered the room, curlers in her hair. I didn't know just exactly why she was curling her hair, but it was probably for another unnecessary party she was throwing for a stupid occasion.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, pulling down her tiny dress to reveal cleavage.

"I've been sure about this since I was three and had to move in here with you," I muttered.

She sighed, and began walking over to me. "Well, it's very selfish of you to be going to Las Vegas without us. You know we've always wanted to-"

"Las Vegas? I'm going to North Dakota," I corrected her, furrowing my eyebrows together.

"Oh, I guess I misheard you," she mumbled, shrugging.

"Oh, please," I scoffed. "You didn't mishear me, you just don't pay attention to me. You never have. I mean, I freaking raised myself. Since I was three years old, you'd leave me home and ignore and I'd have to survive on my own."

"That's not true," she objected.

"It is true!" I shot back, raising my voice. "You don't want my here, you never have."

"Oh, shut up! I do want you here," she said, her voice also raising.

"Why? So you can take advantage of me? You just want my parents' money, don't you? You've already stolen most of my paychecks from retail, you're not getting my parents' money," I shouted. I clutched onto the handle of my suitcase, my knuckles turning white.

She muttered something incoherent, before clearing her throat. "You should...you should just go. Don't come crawling back here when your life falls apart in California."

"California? Are you serious? It's North- actually no. It doesn't matter where I'm going, as long as it's away from here. I've been waiting my entire life for my eighteenth birthday so I could leave!"

She moved her jaw to the side in annoyance, and pulled her dress down again to reveal even more cleavage. I was afraid that if she pulled it down even more, her entire chest would pop out.

"Stop pulling your dress down. If you wanted to be a slut then you shouldn't have married Uncle Leonard," I said.

She gasped and was about to say something else, but I was too quick. I grabbed my suitcases and left, slamming the door behind me. "Happy birthday to me," I muttered.

I stepped off the front porch and into the warm, early September sunlight. I was so used to the warm weather in Louisiana that I knew it would be a struggle to adapt to the cold weather in North Dakota. I still wanted to move there, though, for it was the farthest I could get from my aunt and uncle without actually leaving the country.

The cab I had called was already in front of the house. I loaded my luggage into the trunk and hopped in the backseat. Before the driver could even say anything, I ordered him to take me to the airport.

•

The North Dakota airport was unsurprisingly crowded. I pushed my way past the groups of people who were rushing to get their luggage and leave. I had been five feet and one inch since seventh grade and I wasn't getting any taller. Plus, I was also pretty scrawny. This, of course, resulted in bullying throughout my life, but it helped in situations like that. Because I was quite tiny, it wasn't too hard to squeeze through the crowds.

Once I spotted my suitcases, I swiftly snatched them off of the conveyer belt and made my way out of the building. I stepped outside, the cold air of downtown Williston hitting my face. I untied the hoodie that was wrapped around my waist and wiggled my way into it. I then took the ripped off corner of a piece of loose leaf paper out of my pocket and examined the address scribbled down on it. It was the address of the apartment building in which the apartment I had already purchased was in.