I want to be me. So i will. And I will try.

MovingDay

•Chapter 1•

It was moving day. The worst thing I can ever hear in my life. I don't know about you but, I love my house, my school, my neighborhood, and most of all...my crush.

All of that. Shattered. My dream of having my kids grow up in the house I grew up in with my husband, my life long crush, Xavier. We will go over to our neighbors house to sing songs and eat dinner and have a wonderful movie night with them.

Well. I guess I have to throw away my future life plans. I want to cry and die. I can't believe my mom is doing this because of her selfishness! Does she not understand that I have a love life, too? Gosh!

I stormed right into my mom's room and walked right in front of her. I slapped the energy drink she was holding right out of her hand and turned off her exercise music. "What in the heave--" She didn't get to finish her sentence because I slapped the willy nilly right out of her.

After she hushed up, I started cursing her out! I was raging mad! "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! IM YOUR DAUGHTER!!! DONT YOU EVER CARE ABOUT ME?? YOU...You... SON OF A BLEEP BLOP!!" That should make her feel guilty enough.

Ha! if you actually believed all that then you have another thing coming. What actually happened was, I quietly walked towards my mom's room. I knocked on her door and opened it gently, not to aggravate her you know? Cause' grown-ups have this weird pet-peeves about slamming the door open or close. Like... The heck? Anyways, I poked my head through the door crack. "Mom...?" I said shyly. Yeeeaaahhh.... I shouldn't really exaggerate about that shouting and slapping thing because I can NOT even go straight into my moms face and slap whatever she is holding out of her hands. If I do, please wear formal clothes to my funeral by the next day.

"What, Maddie. I'm, as you can see, busy?" Said my mother. My wonderful, caring, mother. Busy? You call, trying out shoes that OBVIOUSLY does not fit you...busy? Seriously! It's so painful to watch. It's like she is one of Cinderella's evil step sister trying to put on that glass slipper that looks like it belongs to a Barbie.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. But,really. I'm just being honest.

"So, mom..." I paused there. I looked down to play with my fingers. From the corner of my eye, I can see my mom stopping to look at me. she is giving me the I.K.W.Y.A.T.T.D.S.J.G.O.W.I.A.S.I.C.Y.A.Y.F. look. You're probably wondering: Um, does this girl even know that I don't even know what that means?

Well, duh you don't know because I bet your mom doesn't even do that look. Lucky you. So, that looks means: I know what you are trying to do so just go on with it already so I can yell at your face. Look.

"Um...Mom?" I am so scared to ask, so I will say it like I'm ripping out the bandage. "Can we not move to Florida cause I really like it here in New York and I have so much friends here and things I want to do so can we not move please please please please PLEASE!" I gasped in a lot of air after that. I cringed because I'm pretty sure my mom was going to yell.

Several seconds later and no yelling. I slowly opened my eyes to see what happened and my mom was looking straight at me. "Mom, stop! you will turn me into stone!" I chuckled. she snapped out of whatever happened in her head of hers and opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed them again. Ugh. "Mom?" I complained "Answer meeee." She didn't say anything for a while then finally talked "No, Maddie, we're moving to Florida. I already booked our flights and there is no going back." My heart sank.

I stuttered. I couldn't say anything and I definitely didn't want to be disappointed anymore than I was already am. So, I did what every 17 year old girl will do. Go to my room and cry.