"what do you mean, no!? you are my child, you do what I tell you!" my mom yells at me over the phone. i stayed, well was going to stay at my friends house, arielle. she told me earlier to clean my room, but i'm very stubborn.
i rushed home since i live across the street. when i get there, my mom was waiting for me at the door.
"OMFG! why are you waiting for me! GOSH!"
she grabs my arm as hard as she could.
"DO NOT YELL AT, LITTLE GIRL!"
i rush up stairs, i start to cry at what she did to me earlier.
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"chloe, bring your ass down, NOW!" my mom yells. i rushed down stairs to see what she wanted.
she is standing in the door frame holding up a random piece of paper that was from my book bag.
it read:
will you go out with me?
yes or no
"why are you going through my things!!?!!???" I yell/ask her while rushing to her to get my note. but she moves it out of the way so I fall and on my face almost hitting my face on the coffee table in the living room.
"what have I told you about talking to boys? huh- how do you feel disobeying your mother!?"
"Mama! No" i yell, then feel a hard slap on my check. i start to cry and cup my hand over my face. i can feel the cold tears come down.
She grabs me by my hair. pulls me to the back room to sit when I'm 'bad'. "your going to sit here for 3 hours and think about what you have done!"
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i hear a knock on my door. its my mom wanting to come in.
"Chloe." i hear her stammer.
"c-can i c-come in?"
"n-no." i stammer , wiping away tears. "i'm cleaning my room and then leaving."
my door opens and I hear footsteps approach me. she puts her hand on my shoulder but i shrug it off. "Chloe, please don't do this. stay home please. i-"
"no. i don't want to live here anymore, i'm staying at arielle's for a couple of months. i'll call you every once in a while, but not often." i leave my room with my suit case and my instrument and start to walk to arielle's.
when i get there her mom asks me if it happened again. I say yes and go to areille's room.
"are you OK chloe,?"
"yea, i'm OK I just don't want to talk about it right now."
We take turn taking our baths and then climb in the bed to talk about other stuff that happened today at school. i can feel her drifting off to sleep. when she does fall asleep, i lay there staring at the ceiling thinking about what my mom is doing right now.
chloe note; i kinda rushed thro this so its not as long as i want it to be but its still AWESOME. or at least i think it is.
