Three years I put up with all my mothers crap about getting good grades and going to a respectable college. Three years of A+ after A+. She demanded I get straight A's until the end of school. She wanted what was 'best' for me. And I have disappointed her. I got an A.
"Mother this is hardly fair. It's still a good grade!" I argued. She would not hear my point. I had rushed this essay so I could go to the movies with my friend Natalie. And because I didn't look it over before I handed it in, I got an A instead of an A+. What's the big deal? I'm still the smartest person in my year.
"I don't want to hear it! You spend far too much time with those people you call friend Olivia!" She went on and on about this for hours. As I continued to roll my eyes and hope that this really wasn't want she wanted. Maybe we would get to the school and she would change her mind. That's a long shot considering the school is across the country. I live in New York City and the evil one is sending me to Charlotte North Carolina. It's about ten hours away and if she wasn't going to go through it she wouldn't drive ten hours just for the sake of it.
This is serious Olivia! It's time to start bargaining. I told my self. I barged out of my room stomping down stairs. "Mother I am not going to North Carolina! I am sixteen years old; you can't just ship me off because I got an A instead of an A+!" I yelled, she was sitting on the couch, on the phone might I add.
"Olivia, if you don't mind I'm on the phone with your new principle. Go on up and pack your things." She said placing her hand over the speaker of the phone. Ugh, I have no chance. I grumped and growled in frustration and headed back upstairs where I pulled out a suitcase that had never been used and started piling my most prized possessions in to the bag.
I flipped open my phone to call my friend Nat but when I dialed her number the phone told me that my service had been barred. Ugh, my mother with stop at nothing to stop my from being with my friends. I sighed and instead grabbed the house phone. "Hey Livvy. What's up?" she answered the phone being her normal chirpy self, she made me smile, even though I felt horrible about this whole thing.
"Hey Nat. Got some news." I groaned in to the phone.
"What kinda news?" she asked.
"Bad kinda news, Nat."
"Oh. Well come on woman out with it!" She pressed.
I knew she wasn't going to like this but she had to find out before I left. Ugh, I currently hate my mother! "Um I got an A on my biology test and my mother didn't take kindly to it." I started taking a deep breath. "She's sending me to an all boys boarding school." I said.
"She's what?! OMG you lucky bitch!" She screamed through the phone, I moved it away from my ear, I didn't want to be deaf by the time I got off the phone.
"Nat I don't consider myself lucky! She's sending me to a school full of guys .." I paused. Oh that's why I'm lucky. "Ok apart from the fact that there gonna be hot guys there, I really don't wanna go! She's taking me away from you and everything! Even Zac!" Who is my boyfriend my mother doesn't know I have.
"Well you'll be back during the summer! And that's not even that far away! So suck it up for a while, besides I'm sure on weekend Zac and I can come and visit. Right?" She asked.
"Nat, it's in North Carolina." I groaned, I forgot to tell her that bit.
"Oh, well still you've got skype don't you? I'll see you then. And Zac doesn't really you know... pay much attention to you. You'd be better off just dumping him." She said. I knew she was right, last few weeks had been different not sitting with us at lunch and when he did he was day dreaming.
"Yeah I guess your right. I'll call him later. I gotta pack. I'll definitely come over before I leave though. Love you." I sighed.
"Aw Livvy cheer up it's not that bad! Love you too! Bye!" How was she so cheery after I told her that. But I guess she's right. She could put me up for adoption. But I think I'd rather that.
I sighed hang up the phone and putting it back on the charger. I grabbed a whole lot of bras and undies and started piling them in to my bag. Now I have to call Zac. This is gonna be fun... not!
