Some Strings Attached

It begins.

"No."

My mother gave me one of though's pity looks. I hated that look, just as much as she hates it.

"Honey, you need to get out of here," she said picking at the hem of her shirts.

"So do you mom! Shit happened to you too! Your just kicking me out so you can have sex with your boyfriend on every piece of furniture we have!" She didn't deserve the way I was treating her, she didn't. She almost lost her mother for gods sakes.

Thankfully she didn't take my comment to heart, she just took a deep breath and smiled sadly,

"You have been through so much this year. You have to have a break, a break from this place. You're stable and healthy now, I trust you hun. Im doing this for you, whenever I see you walk out the door, you have this sad look in your eye. i just want you to be happy. For once in your life. Boston can provide that for you."

"Then come with me!" Tears were beginning to blur my vision. She took my hand, "You know that's not possible."

She was right, since my mom was a single lady, and only was a librarian, she had to make money for me to go to school. Now that it was college next year... it certainly wasn't the $4,000 I had to pay in high-school. Wait! I was taking a year of 'due to trauma' the principal says. My mom has been homeschooling.

" You know Im taking a year off! You don't need to stay at work!"

"Yes I do hun. I can't put all my money into your school and then be completely broke. I wouldn't be able to afford it."

"Um. Uh where would I live?" Now that she'd reasoned with me, I couldn't help but be a little excited.

"I got that covered." She winked at me. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"I'll miss you." The tears finally came and I was pulled into her arms.

The tears didn't bother me, infact, I embraced them, for the first time in months I finally cracked. I cried for my bestfriend, my grandma, my dad, my mom and for once, myself.

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Considering being informed I were moving the day of my flight, was nothing but stressful.

I shoved all my clothes I owned into my suitcase along with cosmetics, electronics and shoes. I smiled to myself,

this trip can turn my life around... into something, good. I looked into the mirror, my strawberry blonde hair hung near my waist and was curly at the ends, Sydney; my bestfriend used to tell me how 'jelly' she was of my hair and emerald green eyes. She once slapped me because I was also tanned. She was such a happy person, I would have never thought she was depressed. Now I was. Well, now I'm bipolar. That's why Im like this, so... energetic. Im on my meds, which keeps me normal, but, every now and then, I am in a mood.

I glanced at my phone,6:45,my flight was at 10:30. I walk over to my now empty dresser and examined the out fit I laid out for myself: blue high waisted shorts with and loose white crop top. I quickly put my silver ring in my nose and hurried over to my mirror again, ran a brush through my hair a couple of times, applied mascara and my favorite red lipstick, shoved everything in my purse and grabbed my things and left my room.

" Toby, in here!" I heard my mom shout out from the kitchen. I left my things by the door and walked over to where my mom was standing.

She took a deep breath,

" Now, I don't need any more of that sappy sad crap, so lets just say I love you. Sosososo much. Here." I smiled at my mom and took the envelope she had in her hand. I looked back at her with a raised eyebrow, telling her to explain.

"It's just a little pocket money, I'll send you some each month so you hopefully won't be broke... OH!" She smacked herself in the face and continued,

"Um, your... roommate... is picking you up at the airport. He'll be waiting in the luggage claim for you."

"H-he'll? mom..."

"Honey, Julie has a son remember? He moved to Boston, and he's the only person I know that is your age, well closest to your age and that doesn't live here so thought since you never met, this is a chance to, you know, make a friend that isn't Netflix. You guys seem like you'd have the same interests, you both have a piece of metal in your face. But NO hanky-panky is aloud, I told him-"

"MOM! It's alright, lets just go." my mom always rambled when she was nervous, unlike me, when Im nervous it sounds as if Im trying to fog up a glass with the amount of breaths I take. We left the house and entered my moms bmw and drove away, away from my old life.

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(Skip goodbyes)

The seatbelt sign lit up and I popped some gum into my mouth and turned on,

"Take me to church"-Hozier

After about 10 minutes of raising from the dead ground, I found it was an appropriate time to see the amount my mother gave to me for this month. I ripped the envelope open and my jaw dropped at the note my mom had given me.

'No I'm not actually giving you cash, I've transferred $3,000 to your account, I love you.

p.s. don't spend it all on condoms. xoxo'

Pocket money my ass.

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Hey guys, please give me advice, good or bad. I just want to know how my readers enjoy it, maybe I'll make some alterations for you. If you have any questions about Toby's disorder or anything else, just ask in comments.

Should I continue, yes or no?

AND I was thinking I would star Dylan O'Brien as Oliver...

yay or nay?

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