I’m so sorry that I didn’t post anything for such a long time! I was just extremely busy and hadn’t really had the time to write anything until this week. I hope no one is disappointed. Here’s the latest part in the story, obviously.

-XxLorynxX

When I woke up, it was about 11 and very unpleasant. My mother shook me violently, as if she were trying to wake the dead. She apparently didn’t remember that we were in a hospital, and that my head was still tender.

“Shannon, it’s time to go. Get up!” she almost screamed.

“Mom! Shut the fuck up!” She gasped. I had never ever cussed in front of her; not to mention at her. After taking a few steps back, she spoke.

“I’ll be in the car. Make sure you adjust your attitude before you get there,” she said softly as she left. Wow…dramatic much?

“You should be nicer to your mother,” my dad, whom I had just noticed was in the room, said from the doorway. “She means well, even though she might not know how to show it.”

“Oh, I’m sure of that,” I fired back sarcastically. He shot me a reprimanding look. “Sorry. I’ll try to be nicer,” I replied in a sickeningly sweet voice. In reality, I was telling him that anyone who wakes me up like that should be prepared for an ear-full of cuss words and insults coming his or her way. He handed me some clothes so I could get out of the stupid hospital gown I was wearing. How they managed to invent a piece of clothing that could make you feel like you’re stark naked, I’ll never know.

“Your plane leaves in a couple hours,” my dad stated as he left the room. My jaw dropped to the floor. He didn’t even give me a couple days notice! Jeez. Fucking assholes.

Just then I remembered that Emily was supposed to come over this afternoon. My day just gets better and better doesn’t it?

I put on the clothes my parents brought me and looked at how terrible the outfit was. My shirt was pink with frilly flowers and butterflies, and I hadn’t worn it for at least five years (a blind person would tell because it was about five sizes too small. They brought a skirt that matched and some sandals. If any of my friends were here they would have been laughing their asses off.

I opened the door to find my dad talking to Michael. Oh no. My face officially matched the shirt. Please don’t turn around. Please don’t turn around. Please don’t-

“Shane.” Too late…

He had a huge smile on his face, but he was nice enough to not comment on my parent’s choice of clothing. I hated that I couldn’t complain about their poor choice because I was already in trouble for cussing at my mom. They just were trying to cut me some slack because they were shipping me off to boarding school. I felt like I was in a bad teen movie.

“So we better get going,” my dad said once Michael had noticed me.

“Bye,” Michael said, holding out his hand. Instead of shaking it, I pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you,” I told him. He smiled and went to take something out of his coat pocket.

“Here. Call me if you want to talk,” he said handing me a business card.

“Okay. Talk to you later,” I said, smiling.

We went home, and my mother didn’t talk to me the whole time. I was walking upstairs when my dad told me to pack because we were leaving in about two hours. I lay down on my bed and tried to memorize my room. Since I had just finished decorating and it was exactly the way I wanted it, I was going to have a hard time getting used to a dorm or whatever they would have for me at my new school.

Subconsciously, tears streaked down my face. I didn’t want to leave now. I had to fix everything that had gone wrong with Brendan and I, and I needed to be the best girlfriend possible to Emily. Diana was counting on me to show up at her house on Friday so we could start working on new material for a new demo. I had so much that I needed to take care of, and I couldn’t because my overprotective parents wouldn’t let me have enough time to say goodbye to everyone and everything I held dear.

“Shane, Emily’s here,” my dad said, knocking on my door before opening it. Emily walked in smiling. I guess they haven’t told her yet…

“How are you feeling?” she asked sincerely.

“Like shit,” I answered, covering my face in a pillow to get the tears off my face.

“Why? I thought you were happy to come home?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Well, that’s exactly it. I’m only going to be home for an hour and a half. I’m supposed to be packing to get on that plane.”

“What? I thought you were going to have a little more time before you left. Plus, should you really go so soon after being in the hospital?” she asked, getting more and more upset with every word she said. By the time she finished, Emily looked like she was trying not to cry.

“I thought I was going to be able to have at least another day or two, but I guess my parents love being assholes.” Tears started streaming down her face, which caused me to start bawling. We cried together for a few minutes, until we were calm enough to speak.

“I love you, Shane.” I was a little shocked at the words coming out of her mouth, but I kissed her softly so she wouldn’t see my hesitation.

“I love you too.” In truth, I wasn’t sure if I loved her or not, but my moving across the country was going to ruin our relationship. The least I could do was say it back so we would keep our little romance going. We kissed again, until I broke it. “You know that I’ll be back for spring vacation and for summer.”

“I’ll be waiting.” We kissed again. “Let me help you pack,” she said. I pulled out three suitcases and packed most of my clothes and some items that I would want to make me feel more at home. When we were finished, we lay back down on my bed. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked, smirking. I kissed her passionately on the lips, and when we broke it, she said, “Well that was nice, but it wasn’t what I was talking about.” She pointed to my clothes and I looked down, realizing that I was still wearing that disgusting outfit my parents picked out for me. I quickly changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt that was left in my closet and went back to the bed, where we cuddled for the remainder of the time I had left at home.

When it was time for me to leave, I said goodbye to her in my room and at the front door. I told her to say goodbye to all my friends for me and to tell Brendan I was sorry. I got in the car with my dad and he took me to the airport. He briefed me on what I was going to do to get to the school.

“You know this is for the best right?” he asked when we were about five minutes away.

“Whatever you say. At least I’ll be able to come back for spring and summer vacation, right?” I asked weakly.

“About that…Your mother and I are going to go away to Europe for the summer, so you have a choice of either going with us or staying at your new school for the break.”

“What?! Why can’t I go home and stay there for the summer?” I asked heatedly.

“Your mother and I want you to have some supervision, so I’m sorry. You’re not going to stay home alone for three months.” The fury built up inside me.

“I hate you,” I muttered. I actually meant it too.

“What was that?”

“It’s for me to know and you to dread.” I turned and looked out of the window until we got to the airport. The second we got there, I grabbed my airline ticket, and I had a guy who worked there take my luggage, except for my backpack. I didn’t speak to my father, even though he wanted to say a proper goodbye. Once everything was taken care of, I went into the airport to find some food and my terminal.

“Flight to Albany, New York is now boarding,” a woman using the P.A. system announced about half an hour after I had found the terminal. New York? Maybe it won’t be so bad…