Living With Boys

Leaving

I wake up the next morning and realise today is the day we leave.

I stared at my already packed suitcase and sigh, there was only one plan left.

I was still tired from my restless night do to my problem but that wouldn't stop me.

I quietly crept downstairs trying not to wake my dad. Once I reached the kitchen I took out a large bowl and got straight to work.

Mashing some cornflakes in the boul with a fork I poured in a little bit of water. I pulled out a bottle of ranch and stirred some of that in too, grabbing a bottle of vinegar I poured about 2 table spoons in, ignoring my practically burning nostril hairs.

I opened up an old and forgotten can of creamed corn and plopped it in the bowl, stirring quickly, just as fast I tore apart a piece of bread and dropped it into the bowl.

I emptied half the bowl of it's contents into a pot and turned on the stove.

The smell of the fake puke was rancid and I could hardly stop myself from real puking, maybe I didn't really need this mixture and just a really bad smell...

I stirred the the fake puke, making sure it wouldn't burn, until it was warm, afterwards I poured it into another bowl and quickly snatched the small bottle of red food die, dropping a bit in I stirred it with my wooden spoon. Pulling out the spoon I tossed it into the empty sink then quitely made my way back up the stairs.

Thank god for my longlasting obsession of dork diaries last year, because that's where I got this idea!

"This had better work," I muttered to myself as the smell began to get to me, I may need to rush to the bathroom any second now.

I quickly changed out of my cute pink nightclothes shirt and put on a big, old, ragged t shirt, holding my breath, I dumped the mixture onto my chin and let it run down my chest.

"Yuck," I breathed out before slipping the bowl under my bed. "Dad! I don't feel so- BUARC!" I made a pretty convincing fake puking noise and soon enough my dad came rushing in.

He frowned at the sight in front of him and a slightly relieved feeling crept into my chest. "Sweety, what happened?" My dad asked me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I don't feel so good," I dramatically groaned, to which my father sighed.

"Well I guess we're gonna have to do something about your ticket, I'll call Sandra's parents and ask if you could stay with them," He ran a hand through his hair, I couldn't help but feel excited despit how stressed he looked.

"Really?!" I asked, smiling a bit, "O-oh ok then," I quickly recovered from my mistake.

"You go and get fixed up," He told me, nodding his head a bit before walking out of my room.

I smiled to myself before getting out of bed.

~~~

I came walking down stairs extra slowly to make sure my dad believed that I was still sick, to see my dad casually sitting down at the table looking at some papers.

He looked up at me when he noticed me standing at the last step, "How are you feeling?" He asked me, putting his papers down, "Still a bit sick, but I'll be fine," I weakly grinned at him, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"Really?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and I nodded.

"You know I found the strangest thing this morning," He said, getting up slowly and beggining walking towards the counter I made the fake puke on.

Oh no. He knows something I don't want him to.

I gulped, "It smelled absolutely putrid down here," He shook his head, "So I followed the smell," He walked through the kitchen.

"It seemed to be coming from right over here," He turned towards the counter, "The smell started getting worse!" He shook his head, rested his hand on something.

"And I found this," he picked up the bowl of fake puke, I winced a bit and cringed at my incredibly stupid mistake.

"Your going on that plane Lanna."

~~~

I forgot to tell Chloe.

I was on my way to the airport  and it hit me that I forgot to tell one of my best friends, that I was leaving, millions and billions miles away, to the USA.

I quickly got my cell phone from out of my cay on bag and called her.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," I muttered to myself anxiously, squeezing my eyes shut tightly, "Hey dudette! What's up?" I heard Clo's cheery voice, I sighed in relief, thank god she picked up her phone. "Clo I have something to tell you," I sighed, my feeling of relief going away and being replaced with dread.

"What is it?" She asked, concern feeling her soft voice.

Oh god, oh god oh god. How should I telll her? Should I sugar coat it? Should I say it all casual? Should I just throw it out there? Why am I making it seem like I'm telling her I'm pregnant?  Wait, am I pregnant?! Hold on! I'm getting of track here!

"I'm leaving," I finally managed to spit out, dreading her reaction. "Leaving where?"She asked me, I could practically see her soft features scrunching upp in confusion. "...Leaving to the USA," I replied slowly, wishing all of this could just be over. She took a while to reply to that one.

"Oh well, when are you leaving?" She finally asked, sounding shocked but trying to sound normal as possible. I gulped, "Today," I said, barely above a whisper.

"Today?!" She yelled, losing her last bits of passients it seemed. She was so loud my father could hear, raising an eyebrow at me through the rareview mirror.

I winced and ignored my father.

Can't he see I'm going through something here?

"Yes and I'm so sorry! I should've told you earlier but I was trying to get out of it and I'm very sorry!" I apologise, feeling absolutely horrible.

Dammit, why couldn't dad just let me stay?!

She sighed, "Lanna, why wouldn't you at least warn me that you might be leaving?!" She asked, sounding annoyed yet sad at the sametime.

"I don't know, I just-" I sighed a bit, thinking of how dumb this really is, "I thought some how I'd get out of this or something..." I frowned, the more I thought about it the stupider I really sound.

"Well where are you going?" She sounded more calm this time, "California," I replied, my voice still low.

"Why are you going to California?" She asked me, sounding even sadder.

"My dad has an important buisness trip and I can't go with him so I'm staying with one of his friends, But trust me it's totally against my will," I told her, trying to make the situation better.

I'm totally failing.

"How long?" She asked, sighing, "Only two weeks! Three weeks tops," I informed her, nodding my head. "I guess that's not too long," She murmerred, trying to convince herself it seemed.

I sighed, "Well, I'll talk to you later, I'm reaching the air port," I told her, watching the airport that hadn't even realised we were this closed to.

"Alright Lanna, talk to you later, bye, and do not forgot to call me back or I swear I will grow a pair of wings and fly all they way down there just to hit you with sticks," She joked, I laughed a bit, "No not the sticks! I promise I'll call you, mkay?" I asked. "Mkay, she replied, and with that we hung up the phone.

Oh whell, Cali, you better be worth it!