Prison

I will never admit this, ever, but the house was actually really gorgeous. It was large and spacious, with sunroom and a backyard pool. My room was the entire attic. I had my own spacious bathroom with a shower, a small walk-in closet, and one of the walls was floor-to-ceiling windows. The carpet was plush and soft.

Since I had refused to speak to the moving guys, all my stuff was dumped into a corner. I made my bed and shoved it to the wall where I wanted it, but refused to unpack anything else. This wasn't my home, it wasn't where my stuff was supposed to be.

There was a knock at the door. I didn't answer, but that didn't make any difference. Mom let herself in, weighed down by dozens of shopping bags. She looked around my room and sighed.

"We're not leaving Katherine, you need to unpack your stuff." I stared at her, but didn't say anything. She sighed again. "I picked out some stuff for you since you refused to come shopping with me. Hang it up so it doesn't get wrinkled. My mom dropped the bags on the floor and opened the door.

"Honey," she sighed, pausing in the doorway. When I didn't answer, she continued on. "I love you. You know that don't you?"

I didn't respond, and she exited the room, closing the door to my freedom behind me.

 

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Over the next couple of weeks, stuff trickled out from their boxes, not because I was accepting the fact that we moved, but because I had to use that stuff. School was starting tomorrow, and I couldn't decide whether to be happy to be free from my room, or sad that I was not starting at Minnehaha Academy. Only time would tell.

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