Tag: moving out

  • School Days

    I never knew how good my life was until everything was gone. Everything changed the day I turned eighteen just like my family had been warning. What they did not do was warn me about what was going to happen on the day I turned eighteen. If they had, I would have been significantly more…

  • The Gourd

    I knew what happened to the gourd, but you couldn’t pay me enough money to tell my grandmother what happened.  Even if she didn’t agree, I knew my life would be over.  I don’t know what it was about my grandmother and her gourds, but the one I had just broken was her favorite.  I…

  • The Stranger

    “I always knew I was a little bit different than everyone, but I never really wanted to admit it.  I wanted to blend in with the crowd.  I wanted to be a part of the team.  I don’t know why it’s so hard.”  I looked up to see my aunt checking her watch.  “I thought…

  • Getting Kicked Out

    “You are not coming back.  No matter what your mother says.  Or your aunt.  If you want to get your things out of the house, you should come when I am at work.  I’ll know when you get there and you will have exactly one hour to get your things and leave.  Or I will call the police.”  I read my father’s email several times and wondered…

  • Moved Away

    “He moved away and now he’s back,” I whispered into my phone.  I propped the blinds open again and watched Mark unloading the back of his truck.  Six months ago he had moved to California for some unknown job.  Or at least he wouldn’t tell me about this mysterious job he had to immediately leave for.  All he told me was something…

  • Talks

    “My father always had these talks with me,” I told Meleia.  “I keep thinking I will grow out of this phase, but here we are.”  I watched Meleia put on her makeup and only wished I could get away with it.  Being that it was only my dad and I, he kept a tight leash on what was going…

  • Bad Habits

    “I picked up that habit from Brianne.  I know it’s a weird one and can be super annoying, but I’ve done it for so long, I can’t stop.”  “You can stop, just try harder,” my mother snapped.  “You can’t blame Brianne for everything.”  I opened my mouth to argue, but I knew it wouldn’t work.  When…