“We’re moving to LA,” said my mom.
I stop dead in my tracks. “What?!” I almost scream at her. We’re moving to LA? How could she do this to me? I like our home in Texas.
“You heard me.”
“Why are we moving?” I ask. Sadness and disappointment fill my voice.
“Because it will be better for your career.” My mom says simply.
“But, I don’t want to go I love our house here.”
“I already bought another house in LA, so we have to move.”
I really didn’t want to go. Does my mom even understand me? I have friends here, I have a life, a good life. I don’t want to abandon all of that.
My mom sees the inner dilemma happening in my brain. “Honey, please do this for me. I have a compromise if you really don’t want to go.”
I furrow my brows in confusion. My mom never makes compromises, it’s either her way or no way at all. “What is it?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“If you move to LA, I’ll let you go to school.”
My jaw dropped. I haven’t been to a real school since I was 10. Ever since I started getting well known, my mom said it was safer to be home schooled. Over the past years, I’ve begged my mom to let me continue going to school, but her answer is always no.
“Seriously?” I ask.
“Seriously,” she replies.
Oof, I know I’m probably going to regret this. “Fine.”
“Yay, now let’s get packing!”
“Wait, when are we leaving?”
My jaw dropped again. If my mom keeps surprising like this I’m probably gonna break my jaw.
I really don’t want to go, but I want to go to school more. Wow, I sound like a real nerd. You would understand me if you haven’t gone to a school in 7 years.
We finished packing, and my mom put all our belongings in the car so we could drive to the airport first thing in the morning. I can’t believe that I’m moving tomorrow. I’ve lived here in Dallas, Texas for all my life, and now, I’m going to live in a place that is somewhat foreign to me. I have no idea what to expect from the high school I’m going to. Let’s just hope that I’ll survive. Yeah, probably not gonna happen.