I was driving 60 miles per hour on a completly deserted highway somewhere deep in louisiana. I had to grip the wheel tightly to keep myself from turning around and going back to my home in L.A. I took a deep breath and relaxed in my seat for the long drive ahead of me.
I muttered silently to myself about hating the police and my mother for dragging me back to that h**l-hole she calls home.
I was sitting at my kitchen table drinking a glass of white zinfandele when the phone rings. I reluctanatly answer and hear my mothers hoarse voice over the phone. She was frantic and it took several minutes for me to calm her down enough to understand what she was trying to tell me.
All i could make out was "Me and your Pa are getting a divorce" and "You need to come home now." Being an only child I had to be there for my mother and father. An hour later I was out the door heading back to Mississipi, I promised myself I wouldn't, and guess where I am now.
I remembered the last time i saw them, it was graduation night and i couldn't wait to get as far away from Mississippi as possible, I wasn't too fond of the south. I was ready to start a new life in L.A and leave my southern life behind. The first day I got to L.A I had my name changed from Daisy to Paris. It was difficult at first, I was an aspiring shoe designer and scrapping by for the
first couple years using the money from graduation and 8 years of allowance and babysitting money, which wouldn't last long. I had to get a job. I was working at mcdonalds and hated it, but I needed the money. When my best frind Nicole sent a top shoe design line my work, I was hired. It's all been smooth sailing from there. Money has been flowing well and I have a beautiful home in the heart of L.A. My parents were an invisible entity with only a few phone calls and a card or two on birthdays and christmas, I didn't mind, in my childhood years my relationship with both of my parents was very strained. I wanted to get the heck out of the south and they had their roots planted deep, they wern't going anywhere. I spent most of my teen years dreaming about graduation night, being lectured by my mother trying to convince me to stay, and babysitting, my only chance at thriving. The minute I hit the highway I was free, I lost my accent, took a class on fashion design and tried to forget my past.
The gas gauge complained again, like it has for the past six miles I have been looking for a blessed gas station. I'd been driving continuosly for about 27 hours now; i figured I looked like h**l, and I wouldn't mind a bathroom either. I pulled into a small gas station, and paused; it looked abadoned. I quickly remembered the last gas station I saw and hurried inside. A cold iced tea and a full tank later I pulled out onto the dirt road. It took me a second to realize my cell phone was ringing, I prayed to god it wasn't mom and answered it. "Where are You? Why are you going back there!" Thank god, it was Laura. laura is an amazing listener, I was expecting a call from her soon. I left a message on her phone at 8:00, and wondered why it took her so long to call me back, I told her everything about hating the south and never wanting to go back,Then all of a sudden i leave a message telling her I'm going to be staying there for a few months. She wasn't happy about this she thought i was going to be mentally scarred from suffering the ordeal, but I quickly interjected that my parents needed me and even though they aren't my favorite people in the world, I owed it to them, it had been six years. She mumbled somthing unintelligble, said goodbye,good luck and hung up.
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