Preface
"Make me"! I screamed at my mother. "Make me stay, make me"! "Abby, dear, we love you very much, your only eightteen, you won't be able to care for yourself alone. Please stay." My mom said, her teeth tight together, trying to be as calm as possible. I knew she was annoyed with me, so I continued. "Shut up, Mom! You don't know me as well as you think! I am NOT the little girl in the flower dress and pigtails anymore. I can to care for myself, I have money, clothes, a car. I hate being in this house, I can't stand it here, you and Dad are always watching me, asking me questions, telling me to do stuff! I hate it! I am leaving! You can't make me stay, you don't know how to!" I stomped off, leaving my mom in tears, and my dad opened jawed. I ran up to my room, grabbed my bags, that have been packed for weeks in anticipation of my eighteenth birthday. Since I was little, and since I first met these people, I knew right away, as soon as I turned sixteen, I was out of here. After I leave tonight, I am going to find my real mom, and my real dad, and see my new baby sister. I have kept in touch with my parents, even though I we weren't supposed to. I gathered up the last of my things and threw them on the roof. The only thing left in my, no, the room that once belonged to me, was a letter telling them of my leaving, a dresser, the bed, and a few things they had given me for my birthdays and Christmas's. I wasn't going to take a single thing with me that they gave me, other then the red Porche they gave me for my sweet sixteen, which was loaded with boxes and duffel bags. I climbed out of the window, threw down the extra bags, that I had yet to pack, on the ground, and I climped down a rope the I attached to the roof. I got in my car and left.