Roommates

Chapter 1: kicked out

"Are you serious? You're kicking me out?"

"No, no, no, Angela. We are
not kicking you out. We are just... listen sending you to boarding school isn't kicking you out." My father tries to recover, even though I know he's doing exactly what I accused him of.

My mother solemnly stared out the window and said nothing, wiping her eyes every now and then.

"What did I do to derserve this?" I cry and wring my hands together again, rubbing them raw with how much I've done it in the past hour.

"Nothing, honey. We just want to-um... expand your horizons. " he says motioning his hands outward and gazing beyond me, like he's looking into the sunset.

I snap him out of his dream quickly, " Then expand them with me here."

"See, me and your mom... we have some money issues and trying to supply you and Tyra is getting tougher and tougher especially now as you're getting older. So we need some time to be able get back on track, and get out of debt, so we're sending you away for just two years."

"Ohhh, only two, dad? Oh my goodness, this proves really how much you love me and Trya."

"Angela, dont speak to your father like that." My mother finally butts in.

"And besides your tuition is practically free. And you get eveything you need there." He says.

I grind my teeth. Now, I'm not an easily angered person. In fact I'm practically always happy... except when im near my dad.

"Alright, listen, I'm done trying to convince you about this place. Just go pack your things and we'll leave next week on Tuesday." He sighs and rubs his forehead.

"FINE." I stomp up to my room. I glance into Tyra's, my little sister, room to see her asleep, tucked tight into her little bed.

I envy her for her no trouble in sleeping even with what's going on around her. She knows about us going to boarding school, but shes excited.

Already packed her bags and everything. First graders see new places as new adventures, little does she know she'll be missing home three weeks from now.

It's not like I have any friends to leave behind, so why does it bother me so much?

Because it's your dad who's doing it to you, a voice in my head tells me.

I keep walking to my room and collapse onto my bed, face first and letting the comforter engulf me. I scream into my pillow. I feel sleep tug on me, and I give in willingly to it, hoping that upcoming weeks might be better.

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I had just finished packing up. I had managed to get all of my clothes and my pillows, blankets, and practically everything else in my room into about three bags and two boxes. I had made four trips from my room to the car to be able to get it all, not including Trya's room too.

I had her hoisted on my hip and was descending the step of the front porch for the millionth time to the car.

"You guys ready now?" My dad asks from the driver seat.

"Yep. We are ready. Aren't we Angela?" Tyra asks me. I nod, smiling slightly to her.

We'd been on the road to our new home slash school for about two hours. Tyras head lay in my lap as she dozed. My dad and I havent said a word to each other the whole time. Which I am totally fine with.

We pull up to an almost castle like building. The campus was quite large and lots of people crowded the lawn, busying themselves with their own problems, ignoring the car pulling in to the schools driveway.