Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters off of All My Children. This is purely fictional. I obviously have a little too much time on my hands. Please don't read this if you have something against homosexuality, explicit sex scenes, drugs, alcohol, self infliction, etc. Future chapters will contain such things, and I don't want to offend anyone with my writing. :)
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Finally 18. Finally free to do what I want. Finally moving out of my mothers house! How great could this be? I grabbed a few more empty boxes out of the hallway. New boxes, that my mother, Erica, bought me. Leave it to her to buy brand new boxes for her daughter to move out with. She hates the idea of me moving out - yet she's helping. I stuffed my books into one of the boxes. When I was done, this box would weigh at least 100 pounds. I've always been a big reader. Always. I still am. How can one not love books? I squeezed another book into the end of the box. Barely enough room - but I got it in there. Then I taped the box up and grabbed a big black marker so I could write 'Books' on the side of the box. I grabbed another box and began to pack it too, with books. Leo's going to think I'm insane when he helps me move all of this out to my car. Some of the boxes will be 5 lbs and then he'll grab the boxes with books and throw his back out. I giggled at the thought. I'll have to tell him the book boxes are heavy, before he picks them up.
So, I guess I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? My name is Bianca. I'm a lesbian. Nice to meet you. I live with my wealthy mother, Erica Kane. If I were to describe my life with one word - it would be 'drama'. That's all it's ever been. I'm hoping to change that. I'm hoping to be normal for once. I want to be normal.
"Bianca, Honey..?" I heard my mother say. I could hear her high heels tapping on the glossy wooden floors of the upstairs hallway - which leads to my room.
"I'm here." I replied, and packed even faster.
I grabbed another box and started stuffing little things into it. Little mirrors, a few random make up brushes, a couple of purses that I never use but I'm bringing with me anyway, etc. I just wanted to get out of here.
My mom stopped in front of my door and looked at me with her little smug smile. "Honey, Leo called. He said he's going to be late." She broke the horrible news to me. Good news to her, I'm sure.
"Oh Christ, mother. Don't you just love that?" I started to get mad. "Don't you just love the fact that your ADULT daughter will have to stay here even longer? No. No, I refuse to stay here any longer than I have to. I'm going to finish packing my stuff and move it out to my car by myself." I declared to her. Not taking my eyes off of the packing I was doing.
"But Bianca. You'll hur-" She began, but I cut her off.
"No. Mom. No. Just shut up. I'm leaving and there's nothing you can do about it. Don't tell me I'll hurt myself. I'll be fine. Just please.. Let me be." I asked. Making a somewhat violent sentance end peacefully.
She didn't say anything back. She just walked back down the hallway and downstairs. I knew this because I could still hear her high heels tapping. Based on the loudness of her walking, I could tell she was a little upset. But hey, lets not even begin on how many times she's made me upset.
I finished packing my 'little things' box, and then taped it shut and wrote 'Little Things' on the side of it with the black marker I'd been using. By tonight, I'd be living in my OWN apartment. By myself. A surge of excitment shot through my body. Finally.
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More chapters to come.
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Finally 18. Finally free to do what I want. Finally moving out of my mothers house! How great could this be? I grabbed a few more empty boxes out of the hallway. New boxes, that my mother, Erica, bought me. Leave it to her to buy brand new boxes for her daughter to move out with. She hates the idea of me moving out - yet she's helping. I stuffed my books into one of the boxes. When I was done, this box would weigh at least 100 pounds. I've always been a big reader. Always. I still am. How can one not love books? I squeezed another book into the end of the box. Barely enough room - but I got it in there. Then I taped the box up and grabbed a big black marker so I could write 'Books' on the side of the box. I grabbed another box and began to pack it too, with books. Leo's going to think I'm insane when he helps me move all of this out to my car. Some of the boxes will be 5 lbs and then he'll grab the boxes with books and throw his back out. I giggled at the thought. I'll have to tell him the book boxes are heavy, before he picks them up.
So, I guess I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? My name is Bianca. I'm a lesbian. Nice to meet you. I live with my wealthy mother, Erica Kane. If I were to describe my life with one word - it would be 'drama'. That's all it's ever been. I'm hoping to change that. I'm hoping to be normal for once. I want to be normal.
"Bianca, Honey..?" I heard my mother say. I could hear her high heels tapping on the glossy wooden floors of the upstairs hallway - which leads to my room.
"I'm here." I replied, and packed even faster.
I grabbed another box and started stuffing little things into it. Little mirrors, a few random make up brushes, a couple of purses that I never use but I'm bringing with me anyway, etc. I just wanted to get out of here.
My mom stopped in front of my door and looked at me with her little smug smile. "Honey, Leo called. He said he's going to be late." She broke the horrible news to me. Good news to her, I'm sure.
"Oh Christ, mother. Don't you just love that?" I started to get mad. "Don't you just love the fact that your ADULT daughter will have to stay here even longer? No. No, I refuse to stay here any longer than I have to. I'm going to finish packing my stuff and move it out to my car by myself." I declared to her. Not taking my eyes off of the packing I was doing.
"But Bianca. You'll hur-" She began, but I cut her off.
"No. Mom. No. Just shut up. I'm leaving and there's nothing you can do about it. Don't tell me I'll hurt myself. I'll be fine. Just please.. Let me be." I asked. Making a somewhat violent sentance end peacefully.
She didn't say anything back. She just walked back down the hallway and downstairs. I knew this because I could still hear her high heels tapping. Based on the loudness of her walking, I could tell she was a little upset. But hey, lets not even begin on how many times she's made me upset.
I finished packing my 'little things' box, and then taped it shut and wrote 'Little Things' on the side of it with the black marker I'd been using. By tonight, I'd be living in my OWN apartment. By myself. A surge of excitment shot through my body. Finally.
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More chapters to come.