Hey. I am 20 years old. Name is Hayley. I live in New York. I live with my mom and I am the only kid in the family. My brother died in the carchrash when I was 8 years old, also my dad died in the carcrash where my little brother died.
Even though my life is depressing and full of sad events, or whatever you want to call them, I am positive and I love my life!
I broke up with my boyfriend last weekend because I went to a party, kissed there with other boy. Now, I have coming up a Los Angeles trip, I'm gonna stay there for 3 months. My mom was angry at first when I told her I'll pack my things and move to LA. It's only 3 months (or if I fall in love with this place, maybe the 3 months change to 100 years..), so she can deal with it, I am sure.
Past 2 days I have listened music. Mostly Miley Cyrus. It's weird, I know. But her songs are awesome and when I go to LA, it's sure that I am going to her concert. I even bought all her CD's!
Anyway, enough with the intro. Let's get to the story!
"Mom...I need to tell you something."
"Shoot." Answered my mom like she doesn't care at all.
"I'm.. I'm.. I'm going to LA for 3 months." I said nervously.
"What? No.."
"I'm going. I just wanna get out of this damn big-city feeling and want to get rid of everything bad around me. I just need some vacation.."
"What about me?" my mom asked, she almost cried. This is not what I wanted.
"I'm gonna call you every day.. Well.. At least I try to."
"Oh.. Ok. When are you leaving?" she made a face like she liked this idea, but I know she was totally against that.
"Tomorrow." I said to her and hugged her.
"Already?"
"Yeah. I was scared to tell you it before, so that's why I told this to you now.. I am SO sorry that I must leave like this."
"It's ok." And she started to cry. Again.
"I'm going to pack my things now."
I hugged my mom once again and went upstairs to pack my things. I turned on the music and started singing.
Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. "What she wants now?" was my first thought. "Come in!" I yelled.
I was packing my things so I said "I know it's hard for you that I leave but you must deal with it finally!" I said and then looked who came. It was Emily ." Oh no. 20 questions are starting.."
"You're leaving?!" she asked while starting to cry. "Yes," I said, "there's nothing else to do." I sat on my bed. "Where are you going then?" She cried. "Los Angeles. 3 months. Or forever. I'm not sure for how long I'll stay there." I turned the music off.
"When you wanted to tell this to me?" she asked. "I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell this to my friends, but I would have said it to you and my other friends tonight. It hurts that I must go and leave all my friends here. I want to take you with me so badly but I just can't do this. Believe me."
"You just wanted to leave and then leave us thinking, oh where Hayley disappeared?" I am so tired of talking about this leaving stuff.. "I planned this but I'm not gonna do that, this would hurt my friends more than saying I am leaving from NY." I said kinda nervously. "Well.. Ok then. It's in the other side in the USA, so I don't know what I'll do without my best friend who makes me smile. I must get used to this.." she said with teary eyes. "Like I said, there's nothing I can do. This trip was planned like a month ago and I tried to keep it as a secret.. I told it to my mom few minutes ago, so you're the second person who knows about my trip. I'm leaving in the early morning." I stood up and continued packing. "So, I think I'm leaving now. Call me when you're heading to airport.." Emily said and hugged me and she walked out from the room without saying goodbye.
I packed my clothes, shoes and all the things I needed. Soon my things were packed and I went to bed to get some good sleep before going to airport.
It's different, but I REALLY hope you liked it :)