Packing

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I yawn softly. Stand up and start putting my valuables in a huge toat. Bored and sad out of my mind. I dont feel like this life isnt mine. It sucks, why cant I ever get a choice in anything.

I really shouldnt do it today. That would only add more stress to mom. I just wish I could have a smile. Or just never leave from where I want. Where my friends are. My family is. I dont want to move to some new damn school.

I dont want to lose myself. In all this shit. One of the only things that holds me together is the one thing to tear me apart. I love my friends. But I have to leave. It hurts so much. Way to much. I just wish something good will happen.

I look at a black case in my closet and take it out. Looking at the soft wood quitar and picking up and holding it awkwardly. It's been awhile, ever since dad left a year ago. That's how long. It was his.

I slowly strum a note and hum. Way out of tune. I put it back and put it into the toat of values. 5 hours late I packed everything I need. And put it into the uhaul truck and sat in the front seat. And turned the keys. I'm 16 but have my license. So I'm gonna drive. Even though I might have had a bad week. Very bad week. Hers must've been worse.

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