Join Date: Apr 2009
Location: Muckin' out the stalls.
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Hi, I'm new, and I have a story to share!
BANG! I slammed my door shut and flung myself over the bed. They can't do this to me, they can't! My parents are famous archaeologists. They had just been scheduled to go off to Egypt for a new discovery. At first, I was excited. Awesome! Egypt! I had thought. That was before my parents learned that the dig would take place in the desert and it might last for more than a year. So, they had looked into a boarding school for me. I was furious! They just couldn't send me off to a school where I would have to live with people I didn't know all the way across the United States. They couldn't possibly make me leave my best friend Maggie, who I had known since I was in Kindergarten. Turns out, they could. I was now enrolled in a fancy riding academy, which I associated with torture. Starting in two weeks, I would have to leave my house that I had lived in for my whole life, and I wouldn't even be able to come back to it, since it had been sold. I have to leave my friends, my school, and worst of all, my dog, Harley, who I had had since she was a puppy. I have to leave her with my aunt and uncle. I was starting a whole new life, one I didn't want! I heard a tap on my door. I ignored it. “Honey?” I heard my mother's voice. “Mmph.” My voice was muffled in my pillow. Heavy footsteps came down the hall. I knew they belonged to my dad. Frantic whispering slipped under the door. “Clara May, come open the door.” I hate when my dad calls me by my full name. I flounced to my bedroom door, and unlocked it. My parents stood there, and they didn't look happy. “We aren't exactly pleased with your behavior,” Mom began. I gritted my teeth before I said something I would regret. Dad looked at me sternly. “We had expected that you would behave more maturely. Fifteen is too old to be acting this way.” Fifteen is not too old to be furious for good reasons! “Anyways, Your flight to Virginia has been rescheduled for next week, giving you enough time to adjust to the new school.” “Next week?!” I screamed. “You are ruining my life!” I spun around and flew onto my bed, facedown sobbing. More whispers. “Hon, we aren't trying to ruin your life, we are trying to do what's best for you.” Mom said, rubbing my back. “It'll be fun!” Yeah, right. The only good thing about the riding acadamy was that it was co-ed. Still, that didn't mean that I was happy about leaving everything I knew.
They left me then. I stared blankly at my wall. My whole life was falling apart, and my parents were getting their big break in Egypt. Summary? Life is so not fair.
The days flew by, and I was dreading the day when I would have to leave. Finally, the fateful day drew near, when I was packed up, and forced into the car to be driven to the airport. I boarded the plane and found a window seat. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and turned up my iPod. Listening to the newest Carrie Underwood song, I dozed off. The last thing I heard was Carrie softly singing, “I told you so...”
Do you like it? I need a title for it. Also, should I post more? Thanks for reading!