My parents are kicking me out of my house. I’m eighteen and about to start college next week. They said that I can stay here until September, to find a new place to live.
What did I do to make them so mad?
I stayed out all night without letting them know where I was. But, I promised my friend that I wouldn’t leave his side. He called me and needed me to be there so I left. I held him while he cried and told me how much he wanted to die. I rocked him to sleep, safe in my arms.
So, screw my parents. It was worth it.