Living With Boys

Let Me Go

"Dad please!" I begged again.

"Shush Lanna! I'm busy," Dad said covering the mouth part of the phone.

I groaned and stomped up to my bedroom.

"No stomping!" Dad yelled from downstairs. I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry!" I yelled back before trudging to my room and slamming my door.

"No slamming!" He yelled.

Ugh!

I groaned loudly flopping on my bed.

He was dragging me across the world to live with some stranger and his kids!

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my instagram feed. Nothing interesting.

I decided to face time one of my best friends, Sandra.

"Any luck?" She asked as soon as she picked up.

"Nope," I sighed.

She pouted, "Why won't your dad let you stay with me?" She wined.

I rolled my eyes, "The last time I stayed at your house we got arrested," I reminded her.

She sighed, "I guess we're just to dangerous together."

"I cannot take you," I laughed.

"Well it's true!" She laughed, "If there are any cute boys there you have to tell me though," She instructed sternly.

"Alright mum," I teased.

"Thank you!" She laughed.

"What is wrong with you?" I chuckled.

"I was thrown against several walls as a baby," She nodded.

Sandra has tons of siblings, and they ALWAYS get into fights.

"Did you tell Chloe yet?" She asked me, I just sighed in response.

"Lanna," She groaned.

"I'm gonna tell her, some time," I muttered the last part.

"Ugh! You have to tell her!"

"I will, I will, Jeesh!"

Chloe's our other best friend, I haven't told her I was leaving yet.

"Well hurry it up," There was a faint yell in the back round, "Ugh, I gotta go to dinner, Bye chicas!" She smiled before ending the call.

"Rude," I huffed, throwing my phone to the other side of my bed and turned to lay on my stomach.

I began to think of ways to get out of this.

Every thought that came to mind was absolutely crazy.

But I was willing to try it.

"Lanna pizza's here!" My dad yelled from down stairs, "Coming dad!"

I rushed down the stairs to hind an open box of bolis cheese pizza.

I plopped in the seat across from my dad.

It was silent for a while, until I started talking. "PLEASE DAD!" I wined.

"Lanna," He groaned.

"I'll sleep in a pantry, I'll eat a roach! Anything!" I pleaded.

Ok, only one of those things were true, you couldn't pay me 6 billion dollars to eat a roach.

Well maybe, but it has to be small and cooked very thoroughly.

"Lanna, your not sleeping in a pantry, eating a roach, or coming with me!"

"The last time you seen that man was like 6 years ago! They could all be murderers or rapists!"

"No they aren't," He waved me off, "How do you know?"

"Because he's my friend," "THE FRICK! THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY IN LIFETIME MOVIES!" I gasped.

"Do you want my life to become a lifetime movie?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Lanna, shut up."

I huffed and slid down in my chair.

After I hawked down the pizza, I went back to my bedroom.

I really wanted to go with dad.