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1 | Kindly Kicked Out (pt. 1)

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Chapter 1 - Kindly Kicked Out
(PART ONE)

【 2006 words 】

{Your POV}

[EDITED - 07/30/2021]

     I fluttered open my [E/c] eyes as I was pulled away from my peaceful dreamland.  Pausing and thinking back to my dream, I can't exactly remember what I was dreaming about in the first place... I sit up with a big yawn, a groan escaping my lips as I do a couple stretches whilst taking a glance at my alarm clock.

     '6:30 p.m... Oh Irene..  I slept for that long?'

     As I finished doing my morning stretches, I got out of the mess of sheets and pillows, standing up and wincing upon my feet hitting the cold wooden flooring of my room.  A long sigh left my lips as I moved out of the room and down the hall towards the staircase, nearly stumbling on a random book that was left on the lower part of the stairs.  I create a small hiss noise as my elbow hit the hard railing.

     'Stupid book. Nearly making me fall..'

     I winced in pain as I rubbed my elbow, my eyebrows furrowing. Bending down into a crouching position, I picked up the rather large book.

     'Why does mom always have to leave her stuff everywhere?'

     I gently placed the book somewhere safe where no one could hurt themselves (unlike me) and continued on my walk downstairs, and that's when I noticed my mom on the phone with someone. By the time I touched the cold tile floor at the bottom of the stairs, she had already hung up the device.

     My mother gracefully turned around and finally noticed me, her daughter, standing at the foot of the stairs.  "...Oh!  Hi, honey!" she greeted, giving me a warm, motherly smile.

     I return the sweet smile as I walked over into the kitchen to grab something to snack on for breakfast (even though it's late), but as I did so, my mother approached me with an uneasy look on her usually content face.  "Um... honey," she mumbled hesitantly, seeming as if she was going to say something to me.

     I reached up for my favourite coffee cup. "What is it?" I asked, not sparing her a glance, and wincing once again when my arm moved the wrong way.

     "Well, um," she started, exhaling.  She closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself as if she was about to make an important speech in front of hundreds of people.  "So, you're eightteen, and you've lived here for all of those awesome, great, memory-filled years...," she paused, giving herself another moment to collect her emotions.

     'What is she going on about?'

     Her words downed on me, making me worry and finally look at my emotional mother behind me.  "...And now, I-I think it's time for you to, um... m-move out?"  I winced at the evident crack in her voice.  She sounded so unsure....  I could tell she was uncomfortable with this already.

     "Move... out?" I repeated to myself and thought about this for a few minutes before giving her an answer. "...okay." I smiled at her uncertain expression, this whole thing bringing some form of understanding to me. As you know the saying goes, the bird must leave its nest.  "Mom, I'll miss you, and I promise to call you every two days!" I promised as I carefully poured myself a glass of water.