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As I come back to reality my mother is asking me what happened. I choose to first ignore her question and ask one of my own. "Who is this?" I try to sound cheerful but I'm exhausted and it comes out a more quiet than I had intended. I'm actually surprised that my mother could forget about my father so quickly. Maybe she over-dramatized her feelings of sorrow when my father died.

"Oh, honey," my mother says, "This is Freddy, Freddy Fazbear. He's my boyfriend and since he lives in California, he won't be able to stay in this small town. He owns a business so he must get back quickly. He just asked if we would like to come live with him so we don't have to suffer through a long distance relationship." My mother shoots me a look of concern so I must be wearing a shocked expression. "I know this is a lot to take in so I'll give you some time to thing about this, Bonnie. We will be leaving in two weeks the day after your diploma gets sent."

At first I'm stunned. More than I should be. My mother has always been one to rush into things quickly so I really shouldn't be so surprised. This guy, mom just said he's from California, right? Maybe going won't be so bad. Well I have two weeks to think about it so I should at least introduce myself.

I clear my throat and compose myself saying, "Nice to meet you Mr. Fazbear. My name is Bonnie. Hopefully my mother hasn't caused you too much trouble." Since I'm just meeting this man, first impressions are important. It's not as hard as it usually is to smile at this man. Maybe it's because he is handsome. I seem to get along well with beautiful people rather than the scum of this town. This Freddy guy has a nicely squared jaw line and chiseled features, a perfectly straight nose and dark brown eyes. Mom got lucky with this one. I just hope his personality isn't too bad.

"Of course she hasn't, Bonnie. It's nice to finally meet you, but why are you so messy. Your mother told me that you had quit fighting." Well this guy already irritates me. Butting into other people business. Maybe in just too hot tempered but, I hate when people dig where they aren't needed.

"That's right honey, you never said what happened to you. So, what was it?" Oops I forgot the question was asked. Mom used to be like me and every so often, when's she gets irked enough you can totally see the annoyance in her eyes. There's no way to get out of it now. I should have run when I had the chance.

"I'm sorry. I fought again, and I went to a bar. I-I know I promised not to fight," I say trying to give my cutest most innocent look. "Bu-but there were two drunk guys tr-trying to hit on me and I was so scared," My face then contorts to one of impish delight and sheer evil, "so I hit them." After regaining an indifferent look, "and they ruined my favorite shirt!" I whine with a pout. Even I think that act might be a bit out there but, it's not like I lied so hopefully it's good enough to smooth this over.

Sometimes my acts work by other times they don't. The ones that work have won out on those that don't but, I don't think it will work forever. Acting is actually one of my hobbies. I like art, acting and photography. This is another reason my father hated me. Claiming that I wanted to be a woman so I made myself pretty every day. He said that TV and Hollywood would only except me as a girl. But that's enough about him, let's get back to reality.

"Bonnie, I've decided. You no longer have a choice, once we get your diploma we are leaving. And when we get to California you are going to start over. You are going to get a job and a counselor and straighten yourself out. I'm finished with your nonsense." This caused me to feel that feeling, you know, when your parents aren't mad, only disappointed. It really sucks because mom isn't yelling like normal, only talking in a cold, stern voice. She continues still, "but if you do well to not get into trouble over the summer, and I mean IF, I'll pay for your college tuition for whatever art college you wish to attend." She finishes the last bit off with a slight smile.

When I realize what mom just said, I jump at her in delight showering her with kisses, "thank you"'s and a whole bunch of "I promise"'s. I don't even care that I get no choice in moving or not. I probably would have gone, if I had a choice because I've always wanted to go to California. "I'm going to shower and go to bed. G'night, I love you, mommy." I'm too excited to feel conscious of Freddy when I kiss my mom on the cheek and skip up the stairs two at a time.

When I get into my room, which is completely messy. I smear blood all over the purple wall searching for the light switch. I'm lucky that my carpet is black so that dropping my blood soaked clothes on it won't leave a visible stain. After stripping, I fling myself into my connecting bathroom and turn on the shower faucet, waiting for the water to warm up.

I like taking showers, but my favorite place to be is under the water in a nice bath. The water is refreshing and makes me feel clean. Probably the cleanest I've felt since before the exam today. Everybody was all nervous and sweaty around me. You could practically taste the nervous sweat in the hair. I don't really understand what was so difficult with the tests; I had them all finished within thirty minutes of them being handed out. All the dumbasses of the class had to do was study a little bit and they could have easily passes. That's not important anymore because I'm leaving this shit hole of a town. I'll tell all my friends tomorrow and schedule one last party before I leave.

I don't know if I'll keep in touch with the freaks from around here. Maybe it'll get a little lonely so I won't delete their phone numbers but, I won't message first. There aren't many pretty people down here. Out of my class Daryl is the only hot guy and his girlfriend Elizabeth isn't too hard on the eyes either. I might keep in touch with the monkeys from around here too. But not the weirdoes who enjoy sexually harassing me. The creepy guys can suffer hearing from me only when I'm truly bored.

As I step out of the shower, I notice that I forgot a towel. Since my room is connected to the bathroom I decide to just brush my hair and go to my room. I throw on a pair of boi shorts underwear. And just because I prefer girls' underwear doesn't mean anything. My mother was really hoping for a daughter when she was born but, even so I can't blame her for the way my father treated me.

When I slip into bed I notice that it feels strangely more comfortable than usual. While dozing off my dreams seem to be of the hot air of California and a new unfamiliar life. I dream of art school and, on a sappier note, someone to fall in love with. But I also dream about my father and how I miss him even though I really didn't like him. I dream for what feels like an eternity.

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