"I'M GOING AND THAT'S FINAL!" I screamed at my mother.
I'm 18. I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do. She can't tell me I'm not aloud to move. I mean, I know she's just worried about me but its always been my dream to move to California. Always. And she knows that.
Plus, its not like we're totally broke, so if something were to happen I'm sure I could always just take a bus back to Ohio. What's the big ass issue?
I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom. I had already bought suitcases so I scurried around my room, packing all of the clothes, makeup, hair products, and whatever else I thought I'd need.
I was going to do it. I was actually going to move to California.
I grabbed my keys and my wallet and ran back down the stairs, all of the heavy suitcases weighing me down. My mom saw me with everything and ran in front of the door and said "please Aya, please don't go."
Of course I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach. She was starting to tear up. I didn't mean to make her cry. Fuck.
"Mom, mom. Shhhh.." I said as I dropped everything I was holding and held her. She sobbed into my chest and just squeezed me. This is going to be harder than I thought.
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