I looked at my mom in disbelief. Was she serious?
"You want me to move out?" I asked, "I'm only 16!"
"I'm not kicking you out," my mom sighed, "I'm giving you the opportunity to live in a bigger house."
"Yeah without you!"
"You'll have your own room, you won't have to share with your sister anymore," she continued.
"I don't mind sharing a room with Myranda," I stammered back. She was really serious about this. What had I done to deserve being kicked out? I never complained about sharing a room with my baby sister, I always did my homework, I never missed curfew (except for that one time.)
"It's not a punishment Willow. I just think it would be a much better situation for you. You'd go to a better school, live in a better neighborhood..."
"I've never even met them!"
Yet my argument was no use. My mom had decided that I would be moving in with her sisters, my aunts, two women I had never met at the beginning of summer.
I picked up Myranda and headed to the backyard with her in my arms.
"I'll miss you sis."
