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Alisha hung up the phone gently and moved back to the bed. Placebo played quietly in the background and she tried to make as little noise as possible so she wouldn't disturb her mother.
She hadn't told her mother about going to New York yet, and she didn't really think she would. Alisha wondered if her mother would even notice her daughter was gone. She will once she needs something to beat up on...Alisha thought bitterly. She moved to her small closet and began to fold shirts and jeans into the large suitcases on her bed. She had two days left before she got onto the plane that would take her to her future.
Alisha's hands shook. What if it was too difficult? What if she didn't fit in?
She took a deep, soothing breath. Everything will be fine...
As she moved to the bathroom connected to her room, she began to pack her makeup and toiletries. She was about to go back into her room when she heard her mother's feet scuffing down the hall. She waited silently as her mother went slowly past her bedroom.
Please go to bed, please go to bed,she prayed silently. She heard her mother pause at her door, then keep moving down the hall. Alisha didn't move until she heard her mother's door close. She gave a deep sigh of relief then went back into her room.
Alisha's hands shook violently, and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't want to leave Amanda, but she couldn't wait to get out of Chicago, to get out of the house she couldn't call a home. She sat on the edge of her small bed, and looked out the window as she finished folding a red shirt. She stood up and placed the shirt in a suitcase as she got out a notebook from her book bag. She began to write...
Dear Mother,
When you get this letter, I will be in New York. I have been accepted to the American Ballet Theatre, and I didn't know how to tell you in person. I am sorry for not telling you in person, by the way. I don't know how to word this the right way, but just know that I am fine and having the time of my life. Who knows, maybe one day you'll get to see a poster of me somewhere around Chicago saying I'm staring in my first big play? I hope you're proud of me, Mama. I'm scared, but I know what I'm doing. I'll see you later.
-Your Daughter
Carefully laying it down on her desk, Alisha packed everything in her room into the three suitcases. She picked one up and quietly opened her door and walked out into the garage. She popped the trunk to her Camry, and made two more trips back to her room, her heart pounding in her throat. When she was done, she quietly closed the trunk and opened the garage. Alisha locked the door, and backed out. She would stay at Amanda's until it was time to leave.
With no regrets, she knew she was on her way.
Alisha hung up the phone gently and moved back to the bed. Placebo played quietly in the background and she tried to make as little noise as possible so she wouldn't disturb her mother.
She hadn't told her mother about going to New York yet, and she didn't really think she would. Alisha wondered if her mother would even notice her daughter was gone. She will once she needs something to beat up on...Alisha thought bitterly. She moved to her small closet and began to fold shirts and jeans into the large suitcases on her bed. She had two days left before she got onto the plane that would take her to her future.
Alisha's hands shook. What if it was too difficult? What if she didn't fit in?
She took a deep, soothing breath. Everything will be fine...
As she moved to the bathroom connected to her room, she began to pack her makeup and toiletries. She was about to go back into her room when she heard her mother's feet scuffing down the hall. She waited silently as her mother went slowly past her bedroom.
Please go to bed, please go to bed,she prayed silently. She heard her mother pause at her door, then keep moving down the hall. Alisha didn't move until she heard her mother's door close. She gave a deep sigh of relief then went back into her room.
Alisha's hands shook violently, and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't want to leave Amanda, but she couldn't wait to get out of Chicago, to get out of the house she couldn't call a home. She sat on the edge of her small bed, and looked out the window as she finished folding a red shirt. She stood up and placed the shirt in a suitcase as she got out a notebook from her book bag. She began to write...
Dear Mother,
When you get this letter, I will be in New York. I have been accepted to the American Ballet Theatre, and I didn't know how to tell you in person. I am sorry for not telling you in person, by the way. I don't know how to word this the right way, but just know that I am fine and having the time of my life. Who knows, maybe one day you'll get to see a poster of me somewhere around Chicago saying I'm staring in my first big play? I hope you're proud of me, Mama. I'm scared, but I know what I'm doing. I'll see you later.
-Your Daughter
Carefully laying it down on her desk, Alisha packed everything in her room into the three suitcases. She picked one up and quietly opened her door and walked out into the garage. She popped the trunk to her Camry, and made two more trips back to her room, her heart pounding in her throat. When she was done, she quietly closed the trunk and opened the garage. Alisha locked the door, and backed out. She would stay at Amanda's until it was time to leave.
With no regrets, she knew she was on her way.