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"Where were you?! We've been looking everywhere! What do have to say for yourself?" I just stood there and let them yell. I let them scream and take all of their anger and frustration out on me. I tune it allout, everything is blurry. I just think.
"America Listen to me!" I try my hardest to say something to become a part of the conversation but I honestly don't want to. "America, honey, just speak to me, please," I want to tell her everything and confide myself into my mother but I don't. "I
woke up early so I wanted to go on a walk. I ran into a few people and got sidetracked, I'm sorry," I mean a few people tried to talk to me and I did get sidetracked so technically it wasn't a lie. "Thank you, but I hopeyou do know the consequences
of your actions and will repent onthem later," Whew, that wasn't that bad. "Okay so when are we moving?"
"Well because of your little stunt we aren't moving until next week. "What, why?!"
"Because Prince Maxon was kind enough to rent usout a truck to help usmove but it was only available today at eight which you missed and next week at seven. I am very disappointed in you. "I'm so sorry,I knew I put a dent in the
schedule but I didn't think that I completely ruined it!" I feel awful, my mom was really looking forward to the move and I just ruined her plans. I want to leave,to go out and just run so I don't disappoint my familyeven more then I already
have. But I can't soI walk to my room and sit on my bed thinking. I wish my dad was still here to help me through this. I wish that Maxon chose. No. No more wishes. This is the real world, wishes don't come true. You just have to learn
to live with it. You have to learn to live with your pain and your disappointments. I just have to learn. I justhave to learn. But it's so hard. I just want to cry but I can't. I just want to be with Maxon but I can't. I can't have my wishes.
I can't get my hopes up. I just have to live with the disappointment, the sorrow, and the pain. All the pain. My heart aches and my stomach is constantly churning. This is so much more then a broken heart. My heart is shattered and I don't know if
it'll ever be the same but I can't be the same. I have to be stronger, more empowered, and more independent. I am America Singer for goodness sakes! Where is that feirce women I used to be? That women would have found a job by now. She would have
stood up to Maxon and made him keep his stupid house. I want to be her again but I don't know how. Sometimes I just feel like the universe doesn't want me to be happy. Like it doesn't want me to succeed. I can't keep thinking I'm the victim. It will
ruin me. It will ruin my life, my family, my will be destroyed. I'll lose my reputaion, not like that even matters anymore. It only ever mattered to Maxon. Reputaion, reputaion, reputation. He made me care about it,the
old Amercia Singer wouldn't have cared if everyone thought she was a clown. The old America Singer wouldn't have cared if she was humiliated on on the Illéa Capital Report. The old America Singer would've walked out of that castle with a smile. What
did Maxon and the Selection do to me? I'm so dramatic, I can't get my thoughts straight, I'm falling apart. I need to find the old America. I need that spark back if I'm going to move on in my life. I need to find myself again but I don't know how.
I feel so alone. I need to get out of this house. I don't think my family will let me go on a walk but maybe Ican convince them to let me go see Aspen's family. So I'm walking DownThe hallway when I see I facethat hoped a long time
ago i'dnever have to see again. "Hey America," he sounds so timid, like he's afraid of my power. What's gotten into me? I have no power. "So what brings you here Kota? Come to yell at me because I'm not queen?" I can't believe he has the nerve
to show his face here after everything he did to me, to our family. He is so selfish. "I just came to grab some more art supplies. "No," There's no way I'm letting Kota take some of my father's art supplies. Not after what he did. "What?" He
was being sarcastic. He always thought he was better then everyone and could do whatever he wanted but this. This isn't going to slide. "No," I'm going to fight for this no matter what it takes. "Who are you to tell me if I can have some of my father's
art supplies or not?" That justthrough me over the edge. "I'm his daughter! Take the hint Kota no one likes you! You aren't his son, not after what you did! Remember that? Our father, no my father left you our house and you know what you
did! You wanted more! You always wanted more! So no. You don't deserve to even hold the same tools as him. As a matter of fact you don't deserve to be in the same room with them so get out!" "What?" I can't believe home. "You heard what I said get
out!" "America just-" "Now Kota. I can't stand him anymore. He walks out and I hope with all my heart thathe never comes back. So much for getting out.
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