Life Without Purpous

Chapter 1

It started out as an interesting year. I had made it through the last months of 8th grade and been rejected by a girl I thought I had liked. But she helped me realize that I don't need anyone! I am perfectly happy by myself. Just because one person doesn't think of me the way I want them, doesn't mean that no one ever will.

I left a few days after school got out to go visit my dad for the summer. I have been thinking about moving away from my mom for about a year and a half now and finally have decided to do it. I just need to tell her. But she's emotionally abusive so I can't just say it to her face. She'll think I'm trying to hurt her and make her suffer. I couldn't do that to her. No way in hell. So I decided to call her closer to the end of summer. I know it was a dick thing to do, over the phone and all, but after taking my childhood from me, she deserves it. So I called her on July 12th. That just seemed to be the best day for some reason.

I picked up the house phone and say down on my bed. Then I dialed her number, and called. It felt like forever. The ringing in my ear waiting for my mom to pick up. I was stressing out. Thoughts like: "What will she say?" and "How will she react?" ran through my head. Finally I hear my mom.

"Hey honey. How are you?"

"I'm fine mom, thanks for asking. So uh...I wanted to tell you something."

"What is it sweety? You can tell me anything."

"Well I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've finally decided to tell you. But if like to move in with my dad."

"Oh....wow...okay...I wish you would have at least told me you were thinking about it."

"Sorry mom, but this is my decision. I have to do what's best for me."

"I understand that...but why ?"

"You wouldn't understand, and I can't explain it. Sorry."

"Oh. Well then I'm going to let you go...I need some time."

She hung up...I just did it. I was free. I am now away from my prison. The person who stole my childhood is gone. For now anyway.

Getting up off my bed, I felt an enormous relief come off my shoulders. I felt so relaxed. Calm even. I made my way down the stairs and into the living room to tell my dad and stepmom what she said. And from what it sounded like, they were upset the way she responded. And I don't blame them. I am to. But that wasn't my problem anymore.

The rest of the day I tried to relax and not think about what had just conspired.