❝ Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one ❞
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He was clad in a white fluffy robe, matching mine, his hair messy, as if he just woke up. I couldn't help but notice how good he l...
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I TRUDGED TOWARDS the large french, double doors that housed my parents' office. I stared up at the door, the surface was flat and shiny, no peck of dust or a scratch in site. It was if it was taunting me, I was scared, to say the least.
My parents were both well off, my mom being a successful and popular designer in the fashion industry and dad, a well known businessman. As a result, I had a more than comfortable lifestyle, something that had its own advantages and disadvantages.
I sucked in a deep breath, bracing myself, and turned the knob slowly, the door creaking open slightly. The office was adorned with large bookshelves all around the walls, half the books fake.
Built-in cabinets lined the perimeter along with the bookshelves. A grand, golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, shiny rubies studded on the extravagant ornament, that, I was sure was real. The cold dark hardwood floors a stark difference from the carpeted floors of my room.
When I gazed at the large table, in the center of the room, my parents were seated together, solemn expressions on their faces. My dad motioned for me to enter and take the seat opposite them. I reluctantly sat down, and anticipated what they had to say.
"You know what you did today was the final straw, you got expelled" my father stated calmly and slowly, his arms crossed, Armani suit wrinkling slightly.
I expected him to be angry, no, furious, but it was quite the opposite. I shifted my gaze to my mom, a beautiful, well-respected socialite with a perfectly trimmed dyed-honey blonde bob and flawless skin, no telling of her age in sight. She relaxed in her chair, her back against the seat. My mother was always one to be calm, and didn't show her love or any intimacy often, but I knew she cared for me. She wore a indifferent expression, while saying,
"We thought your behavior improved Layla, that you've matured, but it seems we were wrong." Disappointment clouded her features, a look I despised from her.
I was quick to defend myself,"Mom, she provoked me I couldn't just stand there, you know it was a accident anyway and-" My voice died down as she raised her hand slowly, signaling me to be quiet.
"I don't want to listen to you defend your poor decisions, you have disappointed us enough" she paused before continuing, "Your father and I came to a conclusion regarding your education from now on"
She looked up at my dad through her lashes, her expression wary and he continued, "We have decided to send you away to NorthView Academy, Layla." They scanned my face simultaneously and slowly, trying to gauge my reaction.
I racked my brain, trying to remember a school with that name, but came up with nothing. Mom took in my confused expression and nodded, as if recalling something. She opened her Saint Laurent Leather Purse, reaching for a piece of paper. Her flawlessly manicured nails sliding the paper across the oak wood table to me.
Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a brochure for a school. I sighed in exasperation , it seemed like a prestigious private school filled with students who stemmed from families like mine. I scanned through the brochure quietly but, at the bottom of the brochure, my eyes widened at the address.
Los Angeles, California
I looked up at my parents with a panicked expression etched onto my face, "You're gonna send me away" I stated calmly, more as a statement than a question. A cold, horrible moment passed through the three of us.
But I couldn't stop myself from what came after that, "What! I can't leave my friends and my school and go to CALIFORNIA! No way, no way, I'm not going!" my voice shaky, trembling with every word. My breathing turned harsh, hollow breaths escaping my mouth. I stood up to leave, tears welling up in my eyes. My dad stared back at me, his face contouring into one of pain, before he dipped his head down quickly, running a hand through his inky black hair.
My mother stood up gracefully, stiletto Louboutins hitting the floor. "Oh but you are" she confirmed bitterly. From the look on their faces and the seriousness of the situation, I knew there was no room for discussion.
Tears threatening to spill at any given moment, I pivoted on my heel, facing the office doors before heading to the safety of my room. The further I walked the quicker my pace became until I was fully sprinting away from the scene.
Shutting my bedroom door slowly, I slid my back against the hard oak until I reached the carpeted floor.
Don't Cry, Don't Cry
I repeated the words, a mantra in my head. But to no avail, the salty substance began to slide down her cheeks, mocking me as they revealed how I truly felt.
Just this once, I promised myself
My shoulders moved up and down as I cried, releasing all my pent up emotions. I sobbed into my hands, not believing what had just conspired.
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