"Teagan?" My mother's voice was questioning my being in the room.
"Yeah mom?"
"Your father is on the phone for you, dear."
I let out a small sigh and stalk out of my room. When I swiftly pick up the phone from the kitchen table I recognize a voice on the other end as my fathers. He hasn't made an effort to come back to the USA after his move to the North but he calls regularly.
"Hey Teagan Faela, how are you?" He sounds excited about something.
"I'm good, dad. How's Canada?" I almost whisper. I'm entitled to hate Canada. Canada keeps me from my father.
"About Canada-"
"YOU'RE COMING HOME?!" I loudly cut him off in my squeaky voice.
"Uhm what? No... Teagan Faela. You're coming here with me." He pauses. "Your mother is moving in with your Nana and since it's the middle of the summer lets get you out of that concrete jungle, yeah?"
"Dad-"
"Teagan Faela before you speak you have no choice."
"Fine... Don't call me Teagan Faela though. I hate my middle name. And I also hate Canada."
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The first five minutes of packing weren't bad. Time dragged out to about 4 hours of packing and repacking every item and article of mine in the small room. It. Was. Horrid.
According to dad the plane was due to leave in the morning at around 7 which is where my second complete comes in: mornings aren't my thing.
By the time I know it I'm circling my room a countless amount of times making sure to check every nook and cranny for any left over unpacked belongings. I can't believe this is actually happening. You've got to be shitting me. There's no way in his right mind that my father thinks I will in any way like Canada. And that's a promise.
A/N
Short chapter guys! Sorry. I know, I know.. My authors notes are lame and you just want to continue reading. I love you guys for your support and your comments on my writing. DONT BE A SILENT READER! Comment your thoughts, I love hearing them. So ughabugs, question of the chapter:
What do you think will happen when Teagan gets to Canada? Or better yet, what do you guys think of her father calling her by her full name? 😂
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