Chapter 5

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Troian's POV

I walked inside my house from a long day of school. I put my backpack on the floor and walked into the kitchen. I filled a cup with water. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I hear the door open.

"Troian!" My mother called. "Where are you?!"

"I'm in the living room, Mom," I said, finding the remote.

"You have a letter," She said. "It's from your dad."

I stood up and walked towards her. There's a envelope in her hand. She handed it to me and I opened it.

Dear Troian,

How are you? I miss you so much. It took me days to figure out what to write. It was so hard. I want to see you again. Things have been good but it would be so much better if you were here with me. Emerson wants to meet you. My wife wants to meet you. Please take some time to come visit us. I love you, Troian.

Love, Dad

I closed the letter and slid it back inside the envelope. I held it against my chest.

"Mom!" I yelled. I heard footsteps and she walks into the room. "I need to talk to you."

"What's up?" She asked, sitting on the couch.

"I want to go visit Dad," I said.

"Why?" She asked. "What makes you want to live with him?"

"Mom," I said. "I'm not comfortable living here and I want to see him. Please."

"I'll talk to him," She said. "And I agree. Living here isn't what's best for you."

I smiled and hugged my mom. Maybe she isn't bad. She stood up and walked into the kitchen.

I can't believe I might see my dad. I haven't seen him in so long and I can't stop smiling.

"Troian?" Mom called from the kitchen.

"Yes?" I said, walking into the kitchen. I'm nervous.

"Pack your things up," She said. "You're living with your father in Staten Island, New York."

I screamed and ran towards my mother. I hugged her so hard. I ran upstairs and into my room.

I grabbed my suitcase from under my bed and packed. I packed my shirts, jeans, skirts, shorts, dresses. I packed my sandals and flats. I finished packing and ran downstairs.

I'm so ready for tomorrow.

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So if you think this story is going fast, it's supposed to be. It's kinda a short story and not like a hundred chapters.

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