Broken

Chapter 8

Monday 20/8/14

Ed Sheeran- Runaway.

Macy's POV

My suitcase was laid out across my unmade bed.

The sheets stripped from my bed, now bare and naked. Everything felt so wrong.

I scooped up what I had left of my clothes pile and threw it into my suitcase, squashed in beside everything else I would need in the space of two weeks. The contents spilled out the sides of the confiding suitcase and I soon realised I would need another bag.

My wardrobe was almost empty,I needed nearly everything I owned. I hated seeing my room so clean, everything that was usually on the floor was packed away.

I rolled my eyes hearing my mom holler my name from the room next door.

"Macy!"

I ignored her, throwing my dance things into another bag.

"Macy are you even listening to me?" She stormed into my room and looked around quickly.

"Your not even ready!"

Please, I was going to delay this for as long as possible.

She sighed and started picking things up and stuffing them into my already full bags.

I stepped back allowing her to take over.

After a few minutes she stood up satisfied at her work and turned around to face me.

"Get dressed were leaving. You have five minutes"

This was it. We were leaving.

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I shoved the last bag into the back of the car and hopped into the passenger seat next to my mom.

I took out my phone and texted Eva.

'Leaving now. Were meeting up to dance tomorrow idek'

I locked my phone as we began to drive.

The car lurched forward and moved at a steady pace down the road.

I sat in silence hoping that the car ride would take as long as possible. At every turn we took I began dreading it more and more.

How awkward was this going to be?

After a while we were driving through posh upper class housing estates. The houses, were more like mansions with perfectly mowed lawns and well kept flower beds.

My stomach churned, I felt sick, dizzy.

I hadn't prepared myself for this.

"Ok number 11 here we are " mom said looking around her.

"Great " I said blankly.

I was looking directly at the house, the number 11 labelled clearly on the pillar.

It was smaller in comparison to the monstrous mansions it stood amongst.

I immediately told myself that I didn't like the beautiful garden or the swimming pool towards the side of the house.

I nearly vomited, I was going to meet Sam Wilkinson in a matter of minutes.

We pulled into the large drive way and I saw Brian waving like crazy at us from the doorway.

Mom opened the door and he ran at her pulling her into a hug.

"Welcome Macy!" he said enthusiastically, pulling me into the hug.