By Allison
Just a few short months from now I’m turning 18. I can’t wait to get out of this house. Mom’s constantly nagging me about my messy room and I’m sick and tired of Dad preaching to me about “as long as you’re under this roof.” I’ll show them. I’m the fastest bagger at the Piggly Wiggly. The manager says I’ve got real potential. One day soon he’ll bump me up to the deli where I’ll be making the big bucks. Those guys make $8/hr. I’ll just wave the wad of money in Dad’s face and say “See Dad, that F in Algebra’s not going to hold me back.” Who needs a diploma anyway. I can’t wait to live on my own. I’ll eat cereal and twinkies for every meal. “See Mom, we don’t have to do any dishes if I eat the cereal from the box and drink from the milk carton.” On second thought, my room already the perfect shade of deep purple with all my favorite rock posters on the wall. The garage has great acoustics for my band, I’m walking distance from the Piggly Wiggly, and my best friend lives only two doors down.
Yep, that’s it….I love this house.
But Mom and Dad should move out when I turn 18.
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