"So a shooting star huh?" My mom asked.
"Yup...a shooting star."
"May I ask why-"
"Maybe it'll shoot me outta this conversation," I quickly said.
The look on her face in that moment couldn't be described in a single word.
"Okay, I'm sorry, as you were saying?"
She recollects herself, "why a shooting star?"
"They symbolize many things mom, I'm not just making this up. They can project the idea of new beginnings, wishes, good luck, protection-" she cuts me off.
"You really thought this through didn't you?" She asks.
I look down at it, and smile.
"Mom, listen, I know you don't approve of this kind of stuff, but this-this means a lot to me. I can't explain it in words."
She began to smile and pinched one of my cheeks like she used to when I was younger.
"Okay hun, you're not in trouble and I'm not mad, but you have to do one thing."
A few moments pass while she stares at her shoes and then up at the clock.
"Go on...." I say eagerly.
"You have to be the one to break this to your dad, okay?"
I freeze momentarily, immediately thinking of the worst possible situation and then swallow a lump in my throat, "okay."
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FanfictionMy name's Arabella, and I'm finally 18 years old. I've been waiting for this forever, this means that I can now go on and do whatever the hell I want. I mean, tattoos, piercings, you know, all that jazz. I love that kind of stuff, but sadly my paren...
