A different perspective.
Tears streamed down my face when I received the news. I was going to move in two weeks time. Why? Why now? Why can't I stay here? It'll be so much easier for me.
I can't leave. Not when I'm perfectly comfortable where I am. I can't.
How is she going to react when she receives the news?
I couldn't believe it.
Mum and I discussed this two weeks before but, I thought she meant it as a joke. I never knew she was serious. Why now? Why is it when I get comfortable with everything, that's when we're leaving. Isn't it obvious that I want to stay here?
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It's official. I'm moving. Nothing is going to stop mum. Not even if I fall sick now.
Last weekend, we went down to a our new home to have a look. It's hard to believe that I'm going to have to call this place home for the next I don't know how many years.
New home. New school. New life?
For the past fortnight, she and I got closer. Everyone questioned why we acted differently. They even said something was wrong with us, with the way we're communicating, with the way we make eye contact.
Who are they to say what's wrong or what's right?
They have been controlling my life past the seven years. It's time I take back control of it. I'm sick of everything, I'm sick of them. It's my life and I'm the only who could control it.
