I wake up to the same old fighting from my parents that has been happening for the last two years, like why wont they get divorced already? Maybe I should introduce myself, Hi I'm Gracie Marie Snyder, I am 18 and I have parents that are always fighting but leave it all behind closed doors because everyone thinks we are the perfect family, two attractive parents, an older son going to Yale, and their daughter who is known as Linda Snyder's youngest.
We have a very large house in the Big Apple itself, New York City, New York with a dog who is my baby and a cat who hates me. I go to call my friend Abbie to tell her they are fighting again and right as she answers my dad screams
"Fine, I'll take Gracie and we will finally get out of your hair like we always were"
"Oh shiz this is not good"Abbie says
"No its not, I have to go I'll call you later" I say and hurry up to put my phone away and pretend like Im sleeping
I hear three knocks on the door which is my dad and I's little thing, I don't move, I hear the door creak open, and my dad sniffle trying to compose himself as he walks to me. I feel the bed dip next to me, and I hear my dad say my name and I turn around to look at him and I can see he has been crying and is in pain, thats one thing you never want to see on the person who has always called you princess, put you on his shoulders so you could see at the parade, who had tea parties because your stuffed animals never drank all of the tea, and the man who ran around with a blanket as a cape as Superman coming to save the "prettiest girl in the world"
"Hey, I've been looking for a while now and how would you like it if went moved to Sydney, Australia?" He says with a small smile because he knows I have always wanted to go there
"Would you really do that for me?" I ask in disbelief
"Anything for my princess" He smiles
"Wait that would mean I have to leave everyone I love here" I sadly say
"Yes, but you can make new friends" He says
"I want to come back every month for at least a weekend" I say
"Fine, but start packing because our flight leaves in three hours, so pack clothing and the stuff you only really need then pack the rest but that doesn't necessarily need to be done because I will be coming back for them" He says and walks to pack for himself
I call Abbie and tell her what's happening. Shes sad but she knows its for the best, she lets me go and I start blasting All Time Low, and Panic! At the Disco and get started packing.
Australia here I come!
