My Guilty Pleasure♥
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"Alison! Get down stairs now!" I heard my mother shout out. Snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What have i done now?" i sighed under my breathe while I slowly started making my way downstairs.
I entered the living room and got ready for whatever it was that was coming my way. I saw my mother sitting on the couch and sat down beside her.
"Another phone call from your school Alison. Why are you doing this?! I'm working hard to put you in the best school I can afford and you don't even appretiate that enough to at least behave well in class?! I could have put you in an public school but no, instead I put you in a private english school .Why? Because I care about you and I want you to have a good future!"
"But Mum! I haven't even done anything wrong, I always sit alone and barely even make a sound! I haven't even got any friends at school to talk to! I always try to-"
"Mr. Lausert called me and said you were being disruptive and loud. Apparently he also caught you 'making out' with two of the boys in your cl-"
"NO I WASN'T!! MUM WHAT THE HELL? HOW COULD YOU EVEN BELIEVE THAT?!" I burst out loudly. It was all lies and she believed every single bit of it. Mr. Lausert has always had a thing for my mum, it sickens me! He uses me as an excuse to talk to my Mum. Just ew.
"ALISON! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"she yelled with tears in her eyes, "Look. Just go pack your bags. I'm sending you of to live with Aunt Dayna."
"Wh-wh-what?!" I cried, tears falling down my face uncontrollably.
"Your flight leaves tomorrow at 9 in the morning" She said as she stood up. And with that, she left the living room and slammed the front door.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.
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