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As soon as I say the words, I know I've made a horrible mistake.
What did I do?
My parents once soft, kind faces now turn into serious, angry ones.
"Ryland Woods, this better not be some silly prank," my dad yells, annoyed.
My mother sits on the couch, stunned. She's staring into space, her face pale.
"It's not," I whimper, tears forming in my eyed.
"How could you do this Ryland?" my moms sobs, hurt in her eyes.
I'm taken aback, and I shoot a look at my mother. My tears turn into anger, and the anger overcomes me.
"Me?" I start, angry tears in my eyes. "How is it my fault?"
"Y-you," my dad starts, flustered by his furious breakdown.
"Speechless?" I spit out, my cheeks red. "It's not my fault. This whole program is idiotic!" My yells fill the entire house. I'm the most angry I've ever been in my whole life.
"We're so DISAPPOINTED in you Ryland," my dad suddenly burst out, his voice cracking. He suddenly breaks down.
His words sting, and they bring hot tears to my eyes. My lips quiver. I was so stupid to believe my parents would actually support me through this. All they've ever cared about is being perfect. I don't know what to say, so I try to revive the plan.
"I need a suitcase," I sniffle, my eyes on the floor. "I have training tommorow, and I need to pack."
"No," my dad replies, his face red with anger. "No child of ours is a maid.
"But I am," I reply sassily, rolling my eyes. Where was this going?
"Buy your own stupid suitcase," he spits out. "Just leave, go to your room."
His words break my heart, and I look at my mom. She motions me towards her, and I give her a hug. I desperately wish I could tell HER the plan. I rush upstairs, and sneakily steal a suitcase from the closet. Tears fall continuously down my eyes, and I'm unable to stop them - they just keep falling down. I can't believe my own father was so mean to me. I pack a picture of my mother with me. She doesn't deserve to go through the pain of losing me, of not knowing where I am. But it must be done.
"Goodbye, mom," I whisper to the photo, and kiss it. Tears fall down my cheek, as I close my eyes and put it inside my suitcase. I pack clothes, and other prized belongings. I find my huge teddy bear - which is secretly a piggy bank. I open up it's tummy and take 20 100 dollar bills out.
"Goodbye, teddy," I say as I close it's furry tummy right back up. I look at the time, and my heartbeat pounds faster. 7:19 PM. A sudden knock at the door scares me.
"Honey," my mother's sweet voice starts. "It's me."
I freeze in my spot - what am I going to do with this suitcase?
"What do you want?" I ask coldly, continuing to pack my things. Maybe I can just pretend I'm mad at her too, and ignore her.
"I still love you, no matter what your dad says," she says, her voice cracking. Her beautiful face is crying outside - because of me. I think of all the pain she's going to endure, she's not going to know where I am - and it's all my fault. Tears spring to my eyes. I want to tell her the plan desperately, but I can't. I don't reply, and I hear footsteps walk away, slowly. The time now says 7:31. I zip up the blue suitcase, so many tears that it looks like a design on the suitcase. I walk out my room door, knowing it's going to be the last time I ever see it - as everything in this house - including the people I care most about in the whole world, my parents.
I open my parents room, only to see my beloved mother sobbing inside. I glance at her, a million different emotions in my head - guilt, anger, sadness. I can't bare to look - she's always been the strong one. I run up to her and hug her tightly, letting the warmth seep through my entire body.
"I love you," she whispers, rubbing my head gently.
"I love you too," I whisper back, holding back the tears that threaten to come out. I leave quickly - she can't see me cry.
I look at the grandfather clock in our hallway, 7:43. I rush downstairs, and slip my shoes on, as soon as I open the door, goosebumps arise on my skin. I look back, and hot tears start falling.
Goodbye house. Goodbye mother. Goodbye father. I'll miss you.
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