"But I don't
want to live with that batty, old lady!" I shouted, angry tears
pouring down my face. "Why can't I just live with Jessica for the
mother and I were in my room. As you might have guessed, we were
in a huge argument. Again.
mom was shipping me off to live with my Grandmother, a woman I
had never met- or even talked to for the matter- in Mossyrock,
Washington while she and my step-loser went off on some one-month
cruise in the Caribbean.
"Because Anastasia," my mother said with mock patience. I knew
she only used my full name- which I didn't like to be known by-
to get on my nerves and just liked she had known it would, it
did. I had to clench my fists into balls and grit my teeth
together to keep from leaping at her. "Jessica and her family are
going to visit relatives and I don't really think you should
interrupt their family reunion by constantly getting into
pursed my lips. Jessica, my best friend, had really wanted me to
come with her so I could meet all her family and cousins that
she's told me so much about. Her parents had said it would be
fine for me to go with them. They even offered to take me
with them! They saw something in me that my mom and her husband
were blind to, they told me that they saw something special. To
be truthful, Jessica's parents were the reason why I wasn't a
stoner or a vindictive bitch to put it frankly. It may seem like
I was being a little over dramatic, but in all seriousness, I'd
rather live in Hell than with these people who called themselves
my 'parents'. Too bad I didn't a have a choice.
"Then I can stay here by myself, the neighbors can check in on
me," I said stubbornly. "And if you send me off, I'll take the
first bus I find to get back home."
will do no such thing," my mother said sharply as she put my most
hated possession into my suitcase: a sun dress. I shivered with
revulsion. I wore jeans, shorts, and t-shirts only, along with
the occasional mini skirt. I hated dresses with a passion,
especially the bright colorful long ones my mom always bought me.
"Knowing how irresponsible you are, you'd probably burn down the
flinched at her words. Though I would never let it show, how must
she distrust me hurt.
Okay, so maybe I wasn't the greatest seventeen year old in the
world. I snuck out at night most of the time, never told my
parents where I was, got into fights (which I can proudly say
that I won most of the time despite my height of just five foot
five and one-hundred and eleven pounds), and I had been arrested
once. Just once, and I can truthfully say I was not guilty of
anything. My ex. friend was angry at me because her boyfriend
broke up with her and had gone out with me (this was after we
weren't friends anymore). So she called the cops, sobbed over the
phone saying I had broken into her house and taken her diamond
necklace. This was NOT true. She had given me the necklace for my
birthday (let me tell you that this gift had been VERY expensive.
But my ex. friend had been so rich, you could swim in all her
money so she had given it to me and said it was no big deal and
that she never really liked it when I had thanked her). The cops
didn't believe me though and had arrested me and put me in jail.
My 'parents' had also believed that I had stolen the necklace
because according to them, I was a 'bad and troubled child' and
refused to pay the bail (not that they didn't want to, though
they hadn't, they literally couldn't because my step-loser was a
drunk and spent all the extra cash on his daily beers so we
didn't have any extra money to spare). Jessica and a lot of my
other friends (who's family's had some money, but not a lot) had
come through for me and put there money together, given it to
Jessica's parents and they had busted me out. Thank the Lord for
that! Though I much preferred that place over my 'home', the food
was terrible. Hmmm….I wonder if Hell has better food? If they eat
there that is….
shook my head and brought myself back to the present.
I won't," I muttered. Then in a louder voice I said, "Mother, I'm
seventeen years old and perfectly capable of taking care of
myself. There is no way in Hell that I'm going to spend a
whole month with some old hag I don't know in some God Forsaken
town that doesn't even come up on a God damn map!"
that attitude right there young lady," my mother said with one
eyebrow cocked up, "is exactly why you're going."