Unexpected Love

"But Dad!" I squealed angrily. I was in the middle of a heated argument with my father about the details of my trip tomorrow. The monetary details to be exact. We were fighting about how cheap he was being. He was expecting me to actually be good with a mere $100 for my whole 16 hour trip. I would need money for food and for trouble. $100 would barely cover the food much less if I came into trouble along the way.  My father was being so cheap.

"I said what I was going to give you. Now quit being so lazy, you can use some of your own money. just because I have made my own fortune doesn't mean that you always have to use it... Fine! I'll do this. Because I won't see you for a while, I will give you $300 more dollars for travel. I will also give you $1000 for living expenses.  I hope you know that I love you. Darling, Is that alright?" My dad compromised.

"Yes. That is just fine. Thankyou. That should get me through the first semester, or at least the first couple of weeks.  I love you too. I'm going to go pack now." I said. Calming down after finally getting my my way.

I ran up the stairs to begin the tedious task of packing. My room was trashed and I had no idea where to start. It has been in this state of disorder for a long time. I usually don't clean it. Holly, My stepmom, hates disorder, so I decided to annoy the crap out of her with my messy room. She would fuss at me, I would trash it even more and so on. This has been going on for months now, so this task was oviously going to take all night. I had no idea where to start., So I decided I'd try using a trash can to begin with.

I began walking around the room. I found many junk items on the floor that I had no desire to keep. I threw them away, and finally began to think this might not too hard. I was wrong. So Wrong. 

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9 hours later.

"Wow. I never thought cleaning would be this hard." I whispered to myself after swiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. I was so tired that I had resorted to talking to myself. This had been going on for the last thirty minutes. How nice, I was going crazy.

 I glanced over at my clock. The time was 3:00. I was going to in such a bad mood tomorrow. I was almost done packing. Over the last nine hours, I had complately cleaned my room, with Febreeze and all. I had also washed all my clothes, and was in the process of packing them into two suitcases. I had no trouble with the clothes I wanted to bring, but instead I was concerned about the other items I needed. Hair products, accesories, electronics, and many other items were my problem. I was not sure what they would be providing at the school, what i could buy or borrow when I got there, or just what i needed in general. I was extremely frustrated.

I decided to take the basics: cellphone, Ipod, straightener, hair bands, etc.  I was finally done packing. Deciding on what to bring and getting them together had taken another hour. It was now four o'clock.

I decided to take a 2 hour nap and then get up and get busy. It would be 6:00 when I woke up and then I would take a shower, and be ready to leave by 8:00. My plane would leave by 9:30, which would give me plenty of time to get the the airport, which was 10 minutes away, and to get through customs. I would then be on my way to Fairveiw Boarding School, Los Angeles, California. Oh joy.

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