My Four Decisions - Part 3

My Four Decisions - Part 3

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I finally reached my house. Or should I say, ‘Old house’. My mum was waiting in the driveway with all the boxes packed and tightly packed in the back of the car.
“Where on earth have you been young missy? I was worried sick!” She threw at me in a harsh, angry tone.
“I was just saying good bye to Sarah!”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me? I have been waiting here for over 40 minutes thinking of the most awful things a mother could ever think of… and you just say all of that so calmly as if it doesn’t worry you that I am practically having a panic attack! And…”
I stopped listening after a while…I couldn’t get it out of my mind that I was leaving the one place I thought of as home. My home, the home to all my friends. And now I was moving away with my crazy mother which I could have sworn by this stage was on the edge to having a mental breakdown.
“Are you listening to me Jessica Leanne Matthews! I am not going to put up with this any longer! You never Listen to me!”
“Mom! Stop it! I am listening to you! I just couldn’t tell you. It was a spur of the moment decision! I’m sorry! But it was the last chance I get to talk to her ‘face to face’ for a while.”
“Its ok. I should have guessed you’d run off to Sarah!” She sighed and rolled her eyes.
Wait…what was that supposed to mean? ‘I should have guessed…’ ..Am I that predictable? Do I always run to Sarah?…No…I couldn’t let myself think that…although it was probably true.
That was the last thing my mum said to me until we were in the car ready to go.

To be continued...