Part 2

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Today my parents and I got into this huge debate about how whether or not I should go to college. I mean of course I want to go, I practically pleaded my heart out. But mother and father suggested that a women's place was in the kitchen, and I was and still am pretty unsatisfied when they said that. In fact I was so upset that I "ran away" from home. And I know what your thinking,"Oh my goodness! Why would she do that?" But don't worry I actually proclaim a pretty simplistic answer. You see, immediately after the argument between my parents and I, I quickly ran upstairs towards my room and slammed the door hard..... Really hard. My parents must have been very agitated with me because I heard them say some hurtful and gruesome things about me from downstairs. When I thought all was over, I stealthily walked down the stairs, awaiting for the correct time period to apologize for my ignorant behavior towards my parents. Well, I was going to apologize, that until my mother quickly turned around, pointed her finger so close to my face I could practically smell her freshly washed hands, and said,"I never wanted to have a child, and I certainly never wanted to have you. I want you out of my house within the next hour, or I will physically kick you out!" I remember my face turning red, and a single tear streak down my face. I didn't even pack any of my so called "belongings." All I had on me was a letter sent from Ari, crumbled in my sweater pocket. But my biggest concern was finding out where I was going to stay. I'm just in the tenth grade, and don't have a penny on me, so I can't stay at a motel. I fumble around with the white letter Ari sent me. "I miss you." Was the last sentence he wrote.
I then find myself saying aloud."I miss you too."
And it then strikes me. I'll just go to Ari's house! I have the letter with the address on it, and it's the nearest house that I'm actually allowed to stay at. Plus, we both miss each other like crazy, so why not?  Ugh I'm such a Neanderthal, why haven't I thought of this idea before?

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