Everyone has they're stories, so today I'm gonna share mine with you.
18 years old~ I could hear my parents fighting downstairs. I knew it was coming. They had been fighting since I was young.
"You only stay for Hope!"
"Well I'm sure as hell not just gonna leave her with you!"
That's all I would hear. That's all I hear all the time actually. But now that I'm 18 I can move out and start my own life. I go downstairs to see what's going on.
"Mom! Dad?" I couldn't find them.
"In the kitchen honey!" My mom yells
"What's going on in here?"
"Well, um we were just washing the-
"No, I am 18 dad! You always have your excuses. I know your fighting. I know you two never got along and just stayed together for me." I look them both
"Ugh.. Okay fine were fighting. We have been since you were young, we never did get along." My dad says
"Just get a divorce then..." I mumble
"Honey we can't just do that." My mom says
"Okay, listen to me. I think I am old enough to move out and start my own life."
"You are still in school. You cant drop out your a senior." My mom says
"This weekend I graduate. So after that I don't even go back to school."
"What money are you going to live off of? You don't even have a job?" My dad asks
"That is true the only money you have is from your birthday." My mom agrees
"I have enough to move out in my bank account."
At this point my mom and dad both start to laugh. I start to tear up. I run back upstairs and into my room, I start packing my things up. My charger, iPhone, my beloved stuffed animal, an energy bar,
Gatorade, and my wallet. I go back downstairs and run right out the door.
YOU ARE READING
"Please!"
Teen FictionI only wanted to have the dream life... With a husband, 3 kids, and a nice house. But life isn't a fairy tale, well not for me anyways.. It all started at 18. I was finally allowed to move out and start my life.
