Let Go

1. No

I turned my phone on after a 3 hours long flight from New Orleans to New York.

--You have 7 unheard messages.--
Message 1: "Hello Darling, I know about our differences but your ed--" I forwarded to the next message.

Message 2: "Hey it's me again Darling think about it you can't--" I cut it off again and forward to the next.

Message 3: "I hope everything is okay with you. I would book the first flight to come to you but you didn't tell us where you went so hope you're safe. I- uh.. We love you Xael and just want to make sure you are fine... Sorry I gotta go your mom's here." Why does she do this? Can't she be a normal person with a life and stop showing up at my friend's home asking for me.

Message 4: "Xael Emerson! I cannot believe you went behind my back. I don't care where you are get back home now!" I rolled my eyes. Yeah I was totally going to come home when she sent me this. Do I look stupid to her?

Message 5: Hey! I miss you so much. Everything here is so boring without you here and Banana has been driving me bananas I mean she won't stop yapping about you. Please relieve me of this torture and come back soon. Love you" I chuckled lightly. Zach can be just as dramatic as Bianca or Banana as he calls her sometimes.

Message 6: You better call  me back young lady--" I hit the next button. I just cannot deal with her right now.

Message 7: "Look I'm your father and I know well enough that you have not listened to any of my messages and I do deserve that but please just think if your making the right choice here."
--No new messages--

I get my suitcase and hail a cab. I almost forgot how hard it was to get a cab during rush hour in New York.

When I finally got one I quickly shoved my suitcase and myself in. After giving my address to the cab driver I let my thoughts wander.

I am Xael Emerson, I'm an average 16 year old high school girl with parent issues. Brown hair, brown eyes, good body, sarcastic, bad tempered yet still average. I have two best friends who I have met in middle school Zach and Bianca. I am not a saint though I like to enjoy life and what do they say? Oh yeah! I like to live the high life. I party, I drink, I do whatever I want with whoever I want. My parents are hardly ever around so they do not get to tell me what to do. Which leads to why I left in the first place. I had to get out when my parents suddenly got on my head about my choices in their absence I couldn't breathe anymore so I thought I should pay a friend a visit in New Orleans.

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I get out of my cab and drag my suitcase as quietly as possible towards my house. I hope I don't wake up my parents I don't need an intervention.

I make it to my bedroom without waking anyone up.

I turn on the light and take it all in. Nothing has changed since I left except me, I guess

I quickly dial Zach and Bianca's  numbers and unzip my suitcase on the bed.

"Hello?" Came a tired greeting from Zach Donovan.
"Who the hell dares to wake up the beast at this ungodly hour?!" And that was Bianca Kingston. A typical fiery red head.

"Hey guys! Guess what? I'm back" I said into the phone I was balancing between my ear and right shoulder.

"Eeeeeeeeee!!"
"Finally!" Came from my phone.  The shriek was from the over dramatic as ever Bianca while the other more reasonable and calm with a tone of happiness response was from my other best friend Zach.