"Mom? " I called out as I entered the house and walked to her office where she was busy on her laptop, typing furiously.
"Yes?" She answered not even bothering to look up at me. I took a seat on the opposite side of her desk waiting for her to look up at me.
"So, here's the thing... " she looked up at me, pausing her fingers on the keyboard. "Is it okay if I move out?" My mom raised her eyebrow at the question.
"Why?" Was her only reply. I looked down and played with the hem of my shirt. "Why Katherine?" She asked again. Her dark brown eyes starting at me as she closes her laptop showing that I now have her attention.
"Because I want to travel" I look up to her. Trying to see what she's thinking.
"And what does moving out have to do with you traveling?"
"Leigh offered me a place to stay until I buy my own place"
"Leigh lives in Los Angeles" my mom pursed her lips.
"I an aware of that" I gulp, not sure if she will say yes or no.
"That's halfway around the world Katherine"
"I know mom, but I'm eighteen, I can handle myself" I move to the end if my seat so that I'm closer to her. "It's not like you'll notice that I'm gone" my mom has become a workaholic ever since my dad died, throwing herself in law cases all around the world, she's barely even home. My brother Chase, he's twenty, he basically takes care of my sister and I. Heaven knows I wouldnt do anything for that nine year old brat.
My mom sighs and opens her laptop again. "If that's what you want, then whatever" she waves her hand dismissing me. I at least thought she'd put up a fight, I think that hurt a bit. Getting up from the chair, I leave the room without saying another word to her.
"Katherine" she calls after me and I stick my head back in the doorway. "I'll sort out your money, I may not be here all the time, but you're still my daughter and I still love you. So I'll support you, financially until you find a job and finish your studies. I want a good life for you sweety." She stares at me with a soft expression on her face. I honestly miss my mom. I miss the way she laughed, I missed her cooking even if we have a personal chef, no one can make her food. I miss my best friend, I miss telling her secrets. I just miss my mom.
When my dad died eight years ago, I didn't just lose my dad, but my mom too.
"Thanks mom" I nod at her and then walk away.
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Fantasy Life.
FantasyA girl with three best friends discovers a life that celebs live, and soon joins them. But is it through her own hard work or is it because she caught the eye of someone?
