"I'm going, and that's final." I said as I grabbed a few personal things. I
had made up my mind, and that was that.
"You can't, Lynna! You know dangerous out there. I can't let you. It's my responsibility, no, my duty, to make sure you don't go," my mother yelled to me as I began to walk towards the door of our small hut.
I turned around slowly and leaned against the makeshift doorframe. We never had enough to build a sturdy one, not since dad died anyhow. "You did the same thing," I said, squinting my eyes the certain way I learned to when I wanted to tell my mom I was mad about something. It almost always worked. "You did the same thing. Why wouldn't I be able to?"
"Believe me, I learned the things you go through on that trip aren't worth it. Even if you never got to say goodbye." She sighed, her eyes rimmed with soft tears. I felt a little bad, but I brushed the feeling away. Feeling bad for people was for the weak.
"You mean, you'd take it all back? You'd let it all go? Just because of a little danger along the way?" Now it was time for the finishing blow. "I don't think dad would have liked that." I could literally see her cave in.
"You're right, Lynny," she said as she blinked away a tear and turned away. I shuddered. I hated that nickname. Only dad called me that. I grabbed my precious chain. It always brought me good luck, even when the odds were against me. It was a Moogle doll with a chain attached to one arm. I squeezed it and turned for the door again.
"Goodbye Mom."
"Goodbye Lynn. Good luck to you." She sniffled again, and gave a short wave. I rolled my eyes and walked out, not looking back. My red and yellow beads crashed together as my black waist length hair flew over my shoulder. Regretting was for the weak, too. I was off the Farplane, and no one was going to stop me.
I know, I know, she seems self-centered. But there is a reason. You will find out soon enough. *Ducks from the tomatoes flying at her* It's my first fic, so forgive me for the badness of the story!
"You can't, Lynna! You know dangerous out there. I can't let you. It's my responsibility, no, my duty, to make sure you don't go," my mother yelled to me as I began to walk towards the door of our small hut.
I turned around slowly and leaned against the makeshift doorframe. We never had enough to build a sturdy one, not since dad died anyhow. "You did the same thing," I said, squinting my eyes the certain way I learned to when I wanted to tell my mom I was mad about something. It almost always worked. "You did the same thing. Why wouldn't I be able to?"
"Believe me, I learned the things you go through on that trip aren't worth it. Even if you never got to say goodbye." She sighed, her eyes rimmed with soft tears. I felt a little bad, but I brushed the feeling away. Feeling bad for people was for the weak.
"You mean, you'd take it all back? You'd let it all go? Just because of a little danger along the way?" Now it was time for the finishing blow. "I don't think dad would have liked that." I could literally see her cave in.
"You're right, Lynny," she said as she blinked away a tear and turned away. I shuddered. I hated that nickname. Only dad called me that. I grabbed my precious chain. It always brought me good luck, even when the odds were against me. It was a Moogle doll with a chain attached to one arm. I squeezed it and turned for the door again.
"Goodbye Mom."
"Goodbye Lynn. Good luck to you." She sniffled again, and gave a short wave. I rolled my eyes and walked out, not looking back. My red and yellow beads crashed together as my black waist length hair flew over my shoulder. Regretting was for the weak, too. I was off the Farplane, and no one was going to stop me.
I know, I know, she seems self-centered. But there is a reason. You will find out soon enough. *Ducks from the tomatoes flying at her* It's my first fic, so forgive me for the badness of the story!