Prompt # 50
She never got along with her mother. Everyday was filled of pointless fights and insincere apologies. She always told her friends that she couldn’t wait to move out of her mother’s house. She wouldn’t have to constantly find reasons to leave the house in order to get away for a few hours. She wouldn’t have to listen to yelling everyday. She wouldn’t be blamed for every little thing that was misplaced. Once she was legally an adult, nothing could stop her from moving out of that house.
The day of her eighteenth birthday, a friend helped her pack up all of her stuff and move out. Between the two of them it took only a half an hour. She had told her mother of her plans to leave that day and wasn‘t surprised when her mother left at the crack of dawn. She tried to rekindle her relationship with her mother for months but wasn’t able to. To this day, her mother barely talks to her anymore.
Sounds pretty grim, even in the third person. If this were first person material, do you think it would have been harder to write? Easier? A lot different?
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