- Few Years Later. -
"What you gonna do WHORE." Taylor kicked me in my rib cage. I stood up, but just got kicked in my shin. I fell to the ground.
"And stay on the floor. Cause that's where you belong you piece o' shit." He spat on me. I limped to my car. I was now 18 and able to drive.
"Oh darlin' this is getting worse!" Auntie D stroked my back. My mom came in eating a bag of chips.
"Why don't you just move?" My mom shrugged like it was nothing.
"To where?" I asked.
"To California... STUPAD!" She shoved a crisp in her and I laughed. "I've always kept the old house." She carried on.
"Wait. What?" I looked to my mom.
"Yeah. Start packing. You leave this weekend." My mom put her bag of chips in the bin.
"Thank you. Thanks you. Thank you Ma." I hugged her and screamed. I ran up to my room and called Holly.
(H - Holly) (A - Amber.)
A - Meet me at ikea in 10 minutes.
H - Why? Are you redecorating... Again...
A - Haha. No. I'm moving to Cali!
H - What! NO WAY! When!?
A - This Saturday.
H - Oh my god! I'm gonna miss you gurl.
A - Me too. We can go on 1 last shopping spree on Thursday. I'll be busy, packing and sleeping on Friday.
H - Yus girl! See ya at idea in 10.
- End Of Call. -
"Maaaaa! I'm going to Ikea!" I screamed the stairs, as I grabbed my keys. I got into my car, and plugged in my phone.
It automatically knew me and started blasting out Classic by MKTO! (Play this song.)
When I got to the lights, the chorus came on. I did down my roof and sang to the song at the top of my voice.
"You're over my head! Outta my mind! Thinkin' I was born in the wrong time." I sang.
"One of a kind. Livin' in a world gon' plastic." The guy in the car next to me sang.
"BABY YOU'RE SO CLASSIC!" We both sang. Then laughed.
"Hey. I'm Cameron." The boy smiled.
"Amber. Hey dude. The lights gone green." I drove off. Smiling.
