I'm going back BITCHES!

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"Mom! Where's my LV bag?!" I shout as pack my things up, my room has become a huge mess!

I take a good look around my room and sighs, this is going to be a tough day.

If someone sees the state of my room right now they'd say:

'Did a tornado pass by your room?'

That's how messy it is.

Piles of clothes everywhere, my drawers all open and some empty brown boxes to put my stuff in.

"God! Where did I put my undies?" I start throwing things out of my way, "Found it!" I said as I successfully pull it away from my other luggage.

"Hey Eli, are you done yet?" My Mom asks as she peeks inside my room.

As soon as she sees my room she asks "What the freakinghell happened here? Did a tornado passed by your room?" She roams her eyes around my room and shakes her head once she sees the scattered clothes on my bed, on the floor and even on top of the closet.

See, told ya'

I chuckle "Seems like it."

"Elizabeth! You're a lady now, you should learn how to clean your room and keep it that way. Girls need to be neat, boys don't like girls that don't know how to be neat. When will you start acting like one huh?" Mom crosses her arms over her chest.

Geez, someone is being grumpy "I am a girl. I wear undies, I have a girls organ, I wear skirt and I have nice tits" I smile at her sweetly as I bat my lashes at her.

"ELI!" Mom warns me.

"What?!" I try my hardest to hide my smile but fail miserably.

Mom shakes her head out of frustration "I can't believe you... A girl should be more conscious of what she say. You were so cute before but now... You've matured"

The smile on face fades as I look at Mom "Sometimes people change, and sometimes it's for the better"

There was an awkward silence between us, I know she still blames herself for what happened to me before. It's not her fault, it's all my fault if I didn't let myself believe their white lies... That wouldn't have happened.

Mom decides to say something "I know how hard it was for you, Eli... Be sure to pack everything up. I don't want to hear you whining about forgetting something once we board the plane." Mom gives a small nod and smile.

"Sure, no problem" I smile and then she goes downstairs.

I shove away my stuff to have a clear way to my drawer, I throw my remaining clothes on the bed. "Okay... let's get this done." I fold my long sleeves up to my elbows and tie my hair up into a messy bun and starts cleaning and packing my things.

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After two and a half hours I'm almost done packing. There were 4 large boxes and 3 small ones. Cleaning my room made me realize that I really need to start throwing away things I don't need. I have way too much stuff.

I decide to take a break so I jog downstairs and knowing my Mom she already prepared a snack for me and.... BINGO! salad, grilled cheese and a nice cold strawberry shake!

"Mom! I love you!" I shout so she can hear me wherever she is, "Love you too!" she shouts back.

I hear her voice coming from the attic. I eat my food and savor the taste of it in my tongue, is it just me or the food always taste better when you're hungry and tired? Cause right now, I could worship the food mom have prepared for me. After having a rest and a nice snack I'm ready to go back to cleaning when someone rings the doorbell.

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