The Misfits

"That's it! I'm done! You're leaving for military school next week." The Bitch screamed as she slammed down her cell phone on the counter. "Oh no, I'm not doing that! I'll leave, run away and you'll never see me again." I say looking at her straight in the face. "Then you better start moving because you need to leave before Monday!" She says flicking her head towards the stairs. I hop off the chair and go to grab my bags to start packing. I throw my clothes in a bag and grab my dogs leash. I leash up Scooter and grab a toy and his blankey and food and a big water container, and walk out to my car.