“What? No, Mom, they can’t! It’s not fair and besides I don’t even know how to speak in an English accent let alone know the culture!” I exclaimed, pacing back and forth.
“I know, baby, but it’s not my decision, its court ordered.” My mother spoke with her gentle voice that she used to comfort people with.
“Yeah, I know,” I said remembering. “Three years with you then three years with him. But Mom, I’m not some ragdoll that you can ship off and away after three years and expect me in the mail three years later.”
“I know.”
“When do I leave?”
“July nineteenth.”
Mom walked over and pushed a piece of my dirty blonde hair out of my eyes. “I love you, Amelia. I’m going to miss you,” she spoke, teary eyed as she pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, her feeling guilty that I didn’t cry or have tears in my eyes. I was definitely going to miss her but crying was something I never did. Instead I just held her while she cried; stroking her hair and trying to tell her it was going to be okay.
But, oh, how wrong I was.
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Fantasy(Previously known as Witch Life?) “Chloe,” I whispered. “What?” “Run,” I said quickly before grabbing her wrist and sprinting back towards the house. ---- Going to remain unfinished. A new edited and better version available now
