There is a certain halfway point between freedom and parental control that comes with being seventeen. I know it, my friends know it, and my mother knows it. "Be sure to clean up the kitchen," she says, taking her bags into her arms. I nod, not registering anything. "And do the laundry. I'll be back tomorrow." She gives me several hugs and kisses, before she's out the door, and I am locking it behind her. I glance around at the messy kitchen, and start to get ready to go out with my friends.
What she doesn't know won't hurt her.
About Me
- Kara
- I like my life in a routine, but I live for those spontaneous events that throw your whole day out the window. I like spending the night in a different place; I call about a dozen places home. My world revolves around those songs that you blast in the car with the windows rolled down, and you feel happy to be alive.
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