I sat at the foot of my neatly made bed that mama made me make and looked longingly at my closet full of clothes. I pulled myself off the bed and let my feet hit the soft carpet. I stood in front of my mirror on my vanity and brushed my silky blonde hair; it would be the last time i could do this until i get back in 3 months. I sighed and looked around my neat room before I forced myself to grab my bags and walk downstairs to help mama with breakfast. She greeted me with her thin smile and said nonchalantly
"Ready for today?" I shrugged and began washing the dishes she had just used to make breakfast. "Maybe if you had done that before i wouldn't have made these arrangements in the first place." she said strictly. she then picked up my bags and went outside to take them to the car. I sighed as i finished putting away the dishes. My mother has been complaining about my terrible manners and my terrible skills about being a lady the entire year. Finally she had broke the news to me a few months ago that she had met a lady in Louisiana who promised to take me over the summer and turn me into a lady with her strict rules and wonderful manners. As terrible as it is, I felt a little relieved when my best friend Allison's mother decided to send her away with me as well. We have been dreading it since we found out about it and the day has finally come that we have to go away.
My father comes into the kitchen looking tired. When he sees me he smiled and walks over to me, "Today's the big day honey." he says with a smile. He then pulls me into a hug and kisses my forehead "I will miss you my sweet Laura." he says and i pull away before i start to cry. "Goodbye daddy, i love you. Mama's waiting in the car." I say before hurrying outside and climbing into the car. As my mother drives out of our Small Mississippi home and begins driving out of the only state i have ever known, I feel worry fill my body as I think about what's to come for this Summer.
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The summer that changed me
Horreurwhen i was 13 years old i encountered something that no young southern girl should ever have to. It happened in the summer of '75. when i told mama about it years later her response was "maybe that's why you're so screwed up" and maybe i agree with...