"MOM! Please dont make me do this!" I cried on my bed as my mom packed my clothes in a suit case.
"Babe, you have to. I didnt wanna do it," My mom told me and closed my suit case.
"Whos idea was it?" I asked.
"The school's sweetie," She answered and walked to my kitchen.
"This is why i hate school! I dont want to go to London!! The building are so old fashion and yuck!"
"Babe, you dont mean that....does this have to do with your father?" She asked.
"N-No....," I forced my tears to go in.
"You sure?" She asked.
I nodded and forced a smile.
"Alright...well your things are packed and yea! Get dressed, so i can take you to the airport, so you can go be a exchange student," She smiled.
"B-but what if the person that has to take care of me is a killer? What if he is abusive?"
"He wont! I made sure that your care taker is a very nice lad."
She handed me a picture of him.
"Wow....He is kinda cute....BUT STILL!!!! Maybe thats how he reals girls in!!"
"Ugh...forget it..Just change and