Come back here Cleo! I hear my mom yelling for me as I try to get back up the steps to my room. I walk back down to see what she wants, she's in the kitchen with a paper on the table.
My Mom: I need you to run this down to your principle at school this morning.
Me: Okay, What's this? I pick up the paper and glance at my mom.
I'm Cleopatrah Breaux, age 19 virgin. Slim built, but still have muscle. I do Photography and soccer. And I'm In love with a rapper Tyler Gregory Okonma aka Tyler, The Creator. There's light brown hair past my shoulders. Big chestnut brown eyes, and Light Freckles against my light tan colored skin. Peach lips, a button nose. small elf ears, and huge dimples at the ends of my smile.
Mom: It's the permission slip for the senior trip to Cali. I decided to let you go, on one condition.
Me: And that is? I place an overly excited grin on my face.
Mom: I want you to go stay with your dad, for a few weeks he misses you a lot and wants to see you.
My dad lived in New York, I loved New York. But staying over there with my dad was so uncomfortable. It was like he was quiet but expected for me to say something. He didn't really care if I went out during the night with my friends to concerts and sites. He thought that I needed to have those Young Adult/Teenager Experiences, That which him and my mom didn't agree on, but she didn't have to know that he lets me do that still. No harm no Foul right?
Me: Sure, That's fine.
Mom: Thanks Honey, Now go back to getting ready for school, I'm almost done breakfast.
I run back upstairs....I have a Plan, Today will be Mine.