"Dad, Suzanne. I'm moving out." I tell them over dinner.
"Excuse me?" Dad replies.
"I want to move out. Sydney and I are looking for an apartment."
"No you're not!" Dad looks mad, but I'm still leaving.
"Just let her darling. She needs a chance to spread her wings. I mean I was 15 when I left home." Suzanne tells my father, her hand on his shoulder.
Dad looks at her and gives in. "All right. You better start packing." he tells me.
I'm surprised and want to leap up and start packing, but don't want to accept Suzanne's help.
"I'm done." I say and cautiously get up from the table.
I run upstairs and start to pack a bag. My phone goes off and I pick up.
Sydney: Hey!
Me: Hi! They'er actually letting me go!
Sydney: Good, because I just found the best apartment! Do you want to check it out tomorrow?
Me: Of course!
I end the call and lie down on my bed. I fall asleep next to a half packed bag.
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The next day I meet Sydney at the address she sent me.
"Check it out!" she says as she opens the door.
The apartment has 2 bedrooms and a giant kitchen and I love it.
"We need this!" I shout at Sydney.
"Right?" she squeals.
We head back to my house and pick up my stuff. We move in that same day and it is perfect.
Seriously. Check out my new room.
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A Faulty Class System
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