"Daniel!" My mom screeched signaling that I needed to haul ass downstairs. I rolled out of my bed and Ran from my room down to where she was calling me from.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, feeling the morning tingle in my legs. I suddenly regretted not sleeping the full 8 hours last night. I'd stayed up all night with my only friend, telling her I was leaving.
I sat at the bar pulling my breakfast plate to me. I shoveled the food into my mouth even though my stomach was already tumbling. I knew I'd probably puke it back up later.
My mom stood back to me cooking something on the stove. After I finished my food I threw my plate away, leaning on the counter next to her in nothing but my basketball shorts.
"Yeah?"
My mom turned the stove off and threw the food she was cooking into containers. She left the pans out to cool off before washing them.
"So..."
I ran a hand through my hair, sighing to myself."just spit it out already, mom."
"So, me and you're father-"
"Step-father." I corrected her but she ignored me continuing.
"Step father, have to finish out the next week in our jobs but you're flight is already paid for so you'll be leaving without us."
I stood up straight, crossing my arms. "What do you mean, leaving without you?"
"I mean," she started to wash the dishes in the sink."you're leaving on an airplane today like planned. When you get to L.A, we have friends that are going to let you stay their until we get there. You'll be attending the school on Monday."
"Mom! I'm not leaving you here!"
She refused to look at me. Today was Friday. I would get to L.A by late Saturday. I don't want to spend two days alone on a plane. Let alone a week with out my parents at some persons house that I don't know.
"You have too! We paid extra money to get you first class on the plane because of you're anxiety attacks! The place you'll be staying has a daughter that's you're age. We won't be long I swear." She dried her hands, patting me on shoulder. "Now go get you're bags. I'll be waiting in the car."
I watched my mom grab her keys and walk out the door to start the car. Moving to l.a was going to be worse than I thought.
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//It's just me//
FanfictionDanny Murillo has anxiety about a lot of things. He finds that it's easier not to have them if you have anything to panic about. That is until he's forced to move to L.A.
